But pipol wey dey wait for God to kom help dem go get new strent and pawa. Dem go fly high like eagle; even wen dem run, dem nor go taya and wen dem waka, dem nor go faint.
Kings go bi like una papa and kweens go bi like una mama. Pipol go bow dey honor una with respet. Den una go know sey na mi bi God, bikos I nor go disgrace anybody wey dey wait make I help am.”
So make yu put yor hope for Oga God. Make yu dey always waka for en ways and E go honor yu wen E give yu dis land, den yu go si as E dey distroy wiked pipol.
Wen all dis tins dey happen, pipol go sey, “Look! Make una si God for here! Wi wait for am and E don kom diliver us. Si God for here! Wi really wait for am. So make wi rijoice and dey happy bikos E don save us.”
But God wey strong and get pawa, dey my side. So doz wey dey plan against mi, go fail. Yu go disgrace dem forever, bikos dem nor go susid and dem nor go ever forget di disgrace.
My God, nor let dem disgrace mi, bikos I dey koll make Yu kom help mi. Instead, make disgrace follow wiked pipol and make dem die go dia grave, where dem go dey silent forever.
Pipol wey just hate mi wen e bi sey I nor do dem anytin, many pass di hair wey dey my head. Doz my enemies wey won distroy mi without any rizin, too plenty to kount. Dem dey make mi pay for wetin I nor tif!