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Psalms 118:13 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

13 My enemies try well-well to kill mi, but di Oga my God save mi.

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Psalms 118:13
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Even doh enemies dey attack us since wi dey small kom rish naw, dem neva ever fit win us.


My God, nor let mi fall enter wiked pipol hand. Make Yu protet mi from doz wey like wahala, bikos dem dey plan bad against mi.


Make Yu show mi sign sey Yu go favor mi. Den shame go katch di pipol wey hate mi, bikos Yu wey bi my God, don help and konfort mi.


So my enemies, make una nor happy, bikos of mi! Bikos wen ever I fall, I go raiz-up again. Even doh I dey for darkness, Oga God go bi my lite.


So as di shidren get flesh and blood, en too get flesh and blood like dem, so dat thru deat, e go fit distroy Satan wey get pawa to kill


But David sey, “Yor papa know how yu like mi well-well and e don gri for en mind sey, ‘Make I nor let Jonatan know about dis matter, bikos if e know, e nor go dey happy!’ But as long as God dey alive, na small tin make mi neva die!”


Anybody wey dey porshu and won kill yu, di Oga yor God wey dey heaven go protet yor life and nor-tin go happen to yu. But e go skata and kill yor enemies, wons and for all.


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