Land wey Wing dey Whir For
Messengers dey rush for papyrus boat from one far nation wey people dey fear, but our Papa say e go just stay quiet dey watch, like heat for sunshine, until di time just before harvest — den e go cut di branches comot. After dat, di same people go carry gift come Mount Zion by demself.
18 1Ah, land wey wing dey whir for, wey dey pass di rivers of Cush, 2wey dey send ambassador for sea, inside boat wey dem make with papyrus, dem dey cross di water. Go, una swift messenger, go meet nation wey tall and wey im skin smooth, go meet people wey everybody dey fear, near and far, nation wey get power and wey dey trample people, wey rivers divide dem land. 3Una all wey dey live for di world, una wey dey stay for di earth: wen dem raise banner for di mountain, look! Wen trumpet blow, listen!
4Bicos na so our Papa talk give me: I go dey quiet, and I go dey watch from di place wey I dey stay, like clear heat inside sunshine, like cloud of dew for di heat of harvest.
5Bicos before harvest, wen di flower don finish and di bud don turn to grape wey dey ripe, our Papa go cut off di young branch with pruning knife, and di branch wey don spread, e go take am comot and cut am off. 6Dem go leave dem all for di birds of prey of di mountain and for di wild animal of di earth. Di birds of prey go spend rainy season on top dem, and all di wild animal of di earth go spend dry season on top dem. 7For dat time dem go bring gift give di Papa wey get di army of heaven, from people wey tall and wey dem skin smooth, from people wey everybody dey fear, near and far, nation wey get power and wey dey trample people, wey rivers divide dem land—dem go bring am go di place of di name of di Papa wey get di army of heaven, Mount Zion.
