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2 Samuel 15:3 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

3 Absalom go tell am, “Si, una dey rite for wetin una dey do, but e nor get anybody wey won ripresent di king make e for listin to una.”

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2 Samuel 15:3
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E go sey, “If to sey dem go make mi judge for dis land, den anybody wey get kworel go kom meet mi and I go make sure sey dem judge en kase well.”


David rule evriwhere for Israel and e make sure sey dem trit evribody well with betta mind.


Pipol dey lie give each oda; dem just dey deceive demsef.


Shidren! Make una respet una papa and mama, so dat una days for di land wey di Oga una God dey give una, go long well-well.


“Anybody wey do or trit en papa or mama anyhow, dem must kill-am.


God dey happy with good pipol, but E dey kondemn doz wey dey plan wiked tins.


“Some pipol dey curse dia papa and some nor dey tank dia mama.


“Di mout wey dey laf en papa and nor dey obey en mama kommand, bird from valley go plok am komot and vulture go chop am finish.


Nobody for di town dey respet dia papa or mama again. Una dey shit strenjas; wimen wey dia husband don die and shidren wey nor get papa and mama again.


“Di angel still sey di next king for Siria go wiked well-well. E nor get rite to bi king, but before pipol know, e go deceive dem kon bi king.


Dem gada against Moses and Aaron kon sey, “Una own don too mush sef! Di kommunity dey holy; na God get am and E dey with all of us too. Why e kon bi sey yu Moses go dey karry body for God pipol?”


God sey, ‘Respet yor papa and mama, anybody wey curse en papa or mama, dem must kill-am.’


Paul ansa, “I nor know before sey naim bi di High Priest, bikos God word sey, ‘Make yu nor tok bad about di pesin wey dey rule yor pipol.’ ”


Make una respet evribody. Love dis awa family wey bilive Christ. Make una fear God and respet di king.


Dis na di pipol wey dey do wetin dia body wont and dem nor dey respet pipol wey get authority. Dem nor dey fear; dem dey karry body up; dey tok bad about tins wey God kreate for heaven,


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