9 My Oga God, make Yu sorry for mi, bikos I dey pass thru pain as I dey kry and my body and soul dey die dey go.
Sofa don make my eyes blind. My eyes dey weak, bikos of my enemies.
My own tears don blind my eyes. My God, evriday I dey beg make Yu kom help mi; I lift my hand to Yu make Yu sorry for mi.
My body fit fail and my spirit fit weak, but na God dey make my heart strong; na-im bi my own forever.
Bikos of dis, wi dey feel pain and wi nor dey si well again; awa eyes don dey weak, bikos wi don kry taya.
Naw, awa eyes dey pain us well-well, bikos wi dey wait for pipol to kom help us. But wi just dey wait for nor-tin, bikos dem nor go fit help us.
Some sidan for where dark pass and dem shain dem with iron,
Na only trobol I dey always get and evry morning dey kause pain for mi.”
di vow wey I tok with my mout and my lip wen I dey trobol.
Wi don faint for groun kon sleep for dirty.
My eyes don swell-up bikos of kry; my body don tin like broom.
Bikos E dey happy with mi, E help mi wen I dey trobol kon save mi.
God reward mi, bikos I do wetin dey rite; E bring mi kom back, bikos I dey innocent and
I porshu my enemies kon katch dem and I nor stop until I distroy dem finish.