4 I nor get hope again and fear don break my body finish.
Yu go gambol for di pipol wey nor get papa again. Bikos of money, yu go sell yor friends wey like yu well-well.
My God, make Yu hear my prayer! Make Yu listin to my kry for help!
River for don kover us; wota for don karry us go.
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.
I dey look for di rite pesin wey go kom help mi, but nobody dey even tink go my side! Nobody to help mi; nobody even kare about wetin go happen to mi.
Make Yu turn kon sorry for mi, bikos na only mi dey and I dey sofa well-well.
I just dey fear dey shake anyhow and I nor fit stop to shake.
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.
Wen ever I tink of God, na kry I always dey kry make E kom help mi.
wen betta song with joy full my nite. But naw, I dey look my life kon dey tink and si how e dey difren.
Bikos Jesus dey struggol well-well for mind, e pray sotey en sweat kon bi like blood.