Araunah tell, “Eh! You my boss da king! How come you come by me, yoa worka guy?” David tell, “Fo buy yoa open place wea you split da junks from da wheat an barley, fo me build one altar ova hea fo Da One In Charge. Den da real bad kine sick dat kill da peopo no goin be no moa.”
But God, he get pity fo dem, Az why he wen let da peopo go Fo da wrong tings dey wen do, An why he neva wipe dem out. Ova an ova, God wen hold back Da way he feel bout dose peopo, An he neva bus um up, No matta he stay huhu wit dem.
