155 Nobody go save wiked pipol, bikos yor laws nor koncern dem at-all.
Dia shidren nor dey save; no lawyer dey to defend dem for kourt.
Nobody dey wey wise or undastand God.
Naim e shaut, ‘Papa Abraham, make yu sorry for mi, abeg send Lazarus make e put en finger for wota kon tosh my mout, bikos I dey sofa inside dis fire.’
I go give peace to evribody, both doz wey dey far and near! I go heal my pipol.
So, una wey sturbon and nor dey do di rite tin, make una listin to mi.
For yu to get wisdom, yu most fear God, but na only foolish pipol dey rijet wisdom and good advise.
Yu save gentol pipol, but dey disgrace proud pipol.
Wiked pipol too sturbon and dem dey always tink sey, “God nor go do mi anytin, bikos E nor kare.”
Dem dey sofa and make us fear. Wi won si God, so dat E go save us from di opreshon and bad tins wey wi dey do, but e nor gri work.