So naw, make una komot from Babilon, make una run komot from der! Make una shaut with joy as una dey tok about am. Make una tell evribody for di world sey, ‘God don save Jakob en savant.’
“Wen dat time rish, God go blow wiso as sign for Egypt pipol and dem go kom like fly from evriwhere for Nile. Assyria pipol go kom from dia land like bees kon attack una too.
I go make my savant, David shidren-shidren and all di priest from Levi tribe plenty, so dat dem nor go fit kount dem, just as dem nor fit kount star for sky or san-san for wotaside.”
But di time dey kom wen Israel pipol go plenty like san-san for sea wey nobody fit kount or measure. Aldo God dey sey, “Una nor bi my pipol,” but di day dey kom wen God go sey, “God wey nor dey die, na-im bi una papa!”
“One day, I go gada Israel pipol; I go gada di ones wey remain, just as dem dey gada animals for farm. Yes! Pipol go plenty kon dey make nois for una land again!
Di Spirit and di Bride sey, “Kom!” Make di pesin wey hear sey, “Kom!” And anybody wey wota dey hongry, make e kom; di pesin wey wont di wota wey dey give life, make e drink from am free of sharge.
Afta all dis tins, I look up kon si crowd wey nobody fit kount. Dem kom from difren tribe, kountry, group, language and dem stand for di throne and di Lamb front. Dem wear white klot kon whole palm tree branches for hand