God wey get pawa go distroy and swallow deat forever! Doz wey dey kry, God go klean dia eyes and E go remove di disgrace wey en pipol don sofa for dis world. God, wey dey lead heaven sojas, don tok.
di Oga wey bi una God dey defend una naw sey, “I dey take di cup wey I give una with vexnashon. Una nor go drink di wine wey dey make una stagga again.
Dem nor go hear wahala sound again for dis town; distroshon nor go skata una kountry again. I go protet and defend una like wall; den una go praiz mi, bikos I don save una.
I dey hear my pipol dey kry for evriwhere for di land sey, ‘God nor dey Zion? Abi Zion king nor dey der again?’ ” But God ansa, “Wetin make una go woship juju kon make mi vex?”
“Di land know go listin to doz kountries wey dey laf or curse en pipol. Di land nor go make una shidren hongry or die again. Mi, wey bi di Oga God, don tok.”
“Den, Israel pipol, una go know sey na mi bi di Oga una God. I dey stay for Zion wey bi my holy hill. Jerusalem go bi holy town and strenjas nor go fit win am again.
Den my enemies go si sey God dey for my side and shame go katch dem. Dis na di same enemies wey ask sey, “Where dat yor Oga God dey?” And naw, I go si as dem dey fall and I go mash dem pass like portor-portor for road.
Just as una distroy Lebanon, na so too dem go distroy una finish. Una kill all di animals wey dey der, but naw, animals go worry and kill una. Dis tin go happen, bikos of di pipol wey una kill and di wahala wey una kause for dis world.
Di Oga yor God dey with yu and E dey always diliver yu. E dey happy well-well bikos of yu. En love nor go make yu fear again and E go dey sing sweet songs bikos of yu.’
But wen dat time rish, I go make Jerusalem bi like rock wey nobody fit move and all di nashons go gada togeda kon try to move am, but dem go just dey wound diasef.”
Zion pipol! Make una happy well-well! Jerusalem pipol! Make una shaut with joy! Make una look, una king dey kom meet una! E dey raitious and naim get viktory. E dey honbol and kwayet as E sidan on-top donkey dey kom.
I nor go fit do anytin with my own pawa, but na wetin I dey hear from my Papa, naim I dey use take judge. Any judgement wey I give, na true one, bikos I nor dey do my own tin, but I only dey do as my Papa send mi.
Den I hear one loud vois for heaven dey sey, “Salvashon; pawa; authority wey Christ get and God kingdom, don kom at last. Bikos di pesin wey dey akuiz awa brodas and sistas evriday, God don trow am kom down.