Silence for Heaven
Heaven quiet like half an hour. One angel raise di saints prayer with incense before our Papa, then e throw di fire from di censer down for earth. Four trumpet follow, each one spoil one third — land, sea, river, light — and one eagle shout sey worse still dey come.
8 1As di Lamb open di seventh seal, silence dey for heaven for like half hour. 2I see di seven angel wey dey stand for our Papa front, and dem give dem seven trumpet.
3Anoda angel come, stand for di altar wit gold censer, and dem give am plenty incense make e offer am wit all di saints dem prayer for di gold altar wey dey for di throne front. 4Di incense smoke, wit di saints dem prayer, rise go up for our Papa front from di angel im hand. a a v4 Even for inside judgment, our Papa dey personally collect every prayer wey im children dey pray — di saints dem cry dey rise go meet am for di altar of heaven. 5Di angel take di censer, fill am wit fire from di altar, and throw am go ground: thunder, rumbling sound, lightning, and earthquake come follow.
Di Seven Trumpet Dey Ready
6Now di seven angel wey hold di seven trumpet ready demself make dem blow am.
7Di first angel blow im trumpet: hail and fire wey dem mix wit blood come strike di earth. One-third of di earth burn finish, one-third of di trees burn finish, and all di green grass burn finish.
8Di second angel blow trumpet: something wey be like big-big mountain, wey dey burn wit fire, dem throw am inside di sea. One-third of di sea turn blood. 9One-third of di living creature wey dey inside di sea die, and one-third of di ship dem spoil finish.
10Di third angel blow im trumpet. One big star, wey dey burn like torch, fall from heaven land ontop one-third of di rivers and di springs of water. 11Di star name na Wormwood. One-third of di water dem turn bitter, and plenty people die because of di water, since e don turn bitter. b b v11 Wormwood na plant wey dem sabi well-well for how e bitter pass mark — di star name match di deadly wahala wey e do di water.
12Di fourth angel blow trumpet: dem strike one-third of di sun, moon, and stars, so one-third of dem come dark; one-third of di day no get light, and di night too do di same. 13Den I see and hear one eagle wey dey fly for up dey cry loud: Woe, woe, woe for dem wey dey live for earth, because of di trumpet blast wey remain wey di three angel dey about to blow!
