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Psalms 10:7 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

7 Na curse, lie and to treaten pipol, full dia mout. Na trobol and evil dey dia tongue.

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Psalms 10:7
29 Iomraidhean Croise  

Dis na di pipol wey plan trobol and born wikedness. Na lie full dia belle.”


Bikos bad tins sweet, dem kon keep some for dia mout


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


Dia tongue dey wound pipol like snake and dia lips dey bring out snake poizin.


Make Yu distroy my enemies with di evil and wiked tins wey dem plan for mi.


Save and diliver mi from my enemies pawa, bikos na lie-lie full dia mout and even doh dem swear sey dem go tok trut, na lie dem still dey tok.


Na lie-lie full dia mout; dem swear sey dem go tok di trut, but na lie dem just dey lie.


Evritin wey dem tok na lie and dem dey deceive pipol. Dem nor dey ever gri do good tins.


Dem dey visit mi like sey dem bi my friends, but na wikedness full dia heart and wen dem komot from where I dey, dem go-go spoil mi give evribody.


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.


Na so-so wiked tins full una mout and na lie-lie full una tongue.


Yu wey dey lie well-well, yu like to distroy odas with yor words!


Dia words dey smooth like butter, but dia heart strong like stone. Dia word smooth well-well like pomade, but na dagger dey under dia tongue!


Dem born dis wiked pipol with sin for dia heart; na from dia mama belle dem don start to lie and do as dem like.


Bikos of di bad-bad tins wey dem dey tok, bikos of di evil wey dey dia lips, make dia own pride, bad mout and lie-lie, trap dem.


Make Yu distroy dem as Yu dey vex! Make Yu distroy dem finish! Den di whole world go know sey God dey reign for Israel.


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.


Dem don sharp dia tongue like swod kon ready to shot dia betta words wey bi like arrows.


Pesin wey karry wikedness and bad plans for belle, dey born lie-lie.


Evritin wey dem dey do and tok, na only about wiked tins and as dem dey proud, evritin wey dem wont, na to kill oda pipol.


Di money wey yu use wayo take get go disappear, but dat go bi afta e don push yu put for deat hand.


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.


Una dey go kourt and dey lie for each oda head. Una dey put hope for lie, so dat una go win una kase. Una dey make plans to take hurt oda pipol.


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.


Just as dem dey do one wiked tin finish, na so dem dey start anoda one. Dis pipol nor gri listin to mi wey bi God.”


Make una listin, una wey dey opress and distroy poor pipol wey dey di town.


Una, snake shidren! How una won take tok good word since una dey wiked? Na wetin full pesin heart, naim en mout dey tok.


Lean sinn:

Sanasan


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