21 Take mi komot from di lion mout and from di wiked melu horn.
My God, na so Yu go just dey look dem? Yu nor go do anytin? Make Yu save mi from dis lions wey won kill mi!
God go kill dem with all dia animals. Blood go kover dia land and di pipol flesh go kover evriwhere.
Na God take dem komot from Egypt; E dey fight for dem like wiked melu.
Since wen I dey with una for di temple una nor arrest mi. But na una time bi dis, di time wey darkness pawa go rule.”
I nor go tok too mush naw, bikos di devil wey dey rule dis world, dey kom and e nor get pawa for my body.
Den, dem kon pick stone won stone am, but Jesus hide kon komot from di temple aria.
“True-true, Herod, Pontius Pilate, Israel pipol and doz wey nor bi Jew kon gada for di town against Jesus Christ, yor holy savant wey yu choose
Josef get bull strent and wiked melu horn. E go rule pipol kon porshu dem rish di end for di eart. Dis na my blessing for Efraim and Manasseh pipol.”
But God dey for my side and E give mi pawa, so dat thru mi, Gentile pipol go hear di Good News and Christ don save mi from lion mout!
Make una shine una eye well-well, bikos devil wey bi una enemy, bi like hongry lion wey dey shaut and dey find who e go chop.