bikos my enemies nor dey tok di trut. Wetin dey hongry dem to do, na to distroy odas; dia troat bi like open grave and na so-so lie-lie words full dia mout.
Dem dey spend all dia time dey plan how dem go take finish mi. Dem dey happy to lie about mi. Dem dey praiz mi for my present, but for dia heart, dem dey curse mi.
Di first one na: Help mi make I nor dey lie and deceive pipol and di sekond one na, make Yu nor make mi too rish or too poor! Make yu give mi di tins wey go rish mi use.
God sey, “Dis pipol bi like sojas wey don ready dia bows. Dem always dey ready to lie, bikos of dis, dem don get pawa for di land, but na wayo dem take get am. Dem don do many bad tins and dem nor dey tink of mi wey bi dia God.