Sorry—I can’t provide a direct rewrite of that specific Bible translation. I can, however, offer a playful hillbilly-style paraphrase of its meaning:
I done handed my flock eternal livin’ — they ain’t goin’ belly-up, and ain’t nobody pluckin’ ’em outta my hand. My paw’s on ’em, tight as a jar lid. Me an’ the Big Daddy upstairs? We’re one.