But my peopo, dey not like da watta from da mountains! Dey no give a rip bout me. Dey burn incense fo da idol kine gods dat no can do notting. No matta da idol kine gods make my peopo Fall down from da good roads dat stay from long time. Da idol kine gods make dem go walk on top Da small kine trails dat nobody build um good.
Da sacrifice places on top da hills nea Bet-Aven— Dat mean “house wea peopo do wass wrong”— Dey goin come wipe out. Az wea da Israel peopo stay do da real bad kine stuff. Thorns an da kine weed dat make yoa skin itchy Goin grow ova dea an cova dea altars. Den da peopo goin tell da mountains, “Proteck us!” An tell da hills, “Fall down on top us!”