But doz wey dey opress oda pipol, nor know anytin at-all. Dem bi fools! Dem dey waka anyhow for darkness, while all di foundashon for di eart dey skata.
Di pipol bi like trees branches wey don dry and skata for groun; wey wimen dey gada take do firewood. So, bikos di pipol nor undastand anytin, God wey kreate dem nor go sorry or pity for dem.
Oga God! Make Yu look us from heaven, yor holy place where Yu dey stay wey get glory. Where yor pawa and strong mind dey? Where yor love and mesi dey? Make Yu nor leave us at-all.
But pipol go tell una make una go meet doz wey dey si vishon, so dat dem go give una message and afta dem don tok anyhow, dem go sey, “Make una go meet dead body spirits, so dat dem go help una.”
But God sey, “My pipol foolish well-well, dem nor know mi at-all. Dem bi shidren wey nor get sense and dem nor dey kwik undastand anytin. Na only bad-bad tins dem sabi do.”
God sey, “Waka round Jerusalem street kon shek for where pipol gada weda una go si any good and raitious pesin. If una si, I nor go ponish di town again.
Many pipol go dey klean; dem go klean dem well-well, but wiked pipol go still dey do dia wikedness. No wiked pesin go undastand naw, but na only wise pipol, go fit undastand.
Dis pipol nor go fit undastand; dem nor won hear anytin, dem klose dia eyes make dem nor for fit si and hear with dia ear. Dia mind don block, so dem nor go fit undastand, but if to sey dem fit turn kom meet mi, I for heal dem.’
Nobody fit make belle sweet God without faith, bikos anybody wey dey kom meet am, must bilive sey, E dey alive and E dey reward pipol wey dey find am si.