David aks some odda guys dat stan nea him da same ting, “Eh! Wat dey goin do fo da guy dat kill dis Filisha guy an hemo da shame fo da Israel peopo? Us guys, da army fo da God dat stay alive fo real kine! Who dis Filisha guy tink him?! He no mo God cut skin mark! He ony ack big fo try make us Israel guys come shame, aah?!”
Saul tell da guy dat carry da tings he use fo fight, “Grab yoa sword an stab me! If dese buggahs dat donno God come hea, dey goin make any kine to me wen dey stab me!” But da guy dat carry his stuff fo fight no like kill him. Da guy real sked, az why. So Saul take his sword, an throw his body down on top um so da sword go thru his body.
You go ack jalike you mo importan den da God dat stay king inside da sky. You wen tell yoa guys fo go bring da fancy kine cups an bowls from da Temple fo dat God. Den you, yoa alii guys, yoa real wifes, an yoa odda wifes drink wine from um. An you talk good bout da silva, gold, bronze, iron, wood, an stone gods—no matta dey no can see, hear, o undastan notting. But you neva tell notting bout how awesome da God dat get da powa fo make you stay alive o fo kill you! He da One stay in charge a eryting you do!