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Psalms 142:3 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

3 Wen I nor get pawa again, na-im dey protet mi as I dey waka. Bikos anywhere wey I dey go, my enemies don set trap dey wait for mi.

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Psalms 142:3
20 Iomraidhean Croise  

Yet, God know evry step wey I dey take. If E sey make E test mi, I go klean kom out like gold.


True-true, God dey guide en pipol for evritin wey dem dey do, but E go distroy doz wey nor dey follow en ways.


My God, make Yu hear my prayer! Make Yu listin to my kry for help!


My heart dey weak; my body dey dry go like grass and I nor fit chop anytin.


Proud pipol don set trap to katch mi; dem spread dia net and dia trap dey evriwhere for di road.


Make Yu keep mi from di trap wey dem don set for mi; di hole wey wiked pipol dig.


I nor get hope again and fear don break my body finish.


Na nite wen I dey sleep Yu take test my mind kon shek my heart. Yu don shek mi kon si sey I nor dey wrong. I don sey I nor go sin with wetin I dey tok or do.


My life bi like wota wey dem trowey and all my bones don skata. My heart bi like kandol wey dey melt inside mi.


Drag mi komot from di trap wey my enemies set for mi, bikos na only Yu fit protet mi.


Dem dey gada hide dey look mi; dey monitor mi as I dey waka and dem dey ready to kill mi.


From di end of di eart, I kry kom meet Yu for help, bikos trobol don make my heart heavy. Karry mi go di high mountin, where I go for dey save.


Human being bi like ordinary dirty wey breeze dey blow and pipol wey feel sey dem strong, nor get pawa at-all. If yu go measure dem for skale, all of dem togeda nor heavy rish air.


Wen ever I tink of God, na kry I always dey kry make E kom help mi.


Make tif karry evritin wey dem get for dia house, so dat dem go kry well-well. Bikos dem don dig whole make I fall put kon set trap make e katch mi.


Wake-up for nite, make yu kry. Pour all yor heart like wota before God! Raiz yor hand as yu dey pray to am and dey beg for yor shidren wey dey faint, bikos honga won kill dem.


Den di Farisee pipol komot go plan how dem go take katch Jesus with wetin e go tok.


Lean sinn:

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