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Psalms 38:7 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

7 I dey shame well-well and na so-so sick I dey sick.

Faic an caibideil Dèan lethbhreac




Psalms 38:7
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so I tell di king, “My king, make yu live forever! Wetin nor go make my face look like who dey sick wen e bi sey dem skata and burn di gates for di town where dem beri my grand-grand papa put.”


God hold mi for neck with pawa kon make di klot wey I wear, dirty.


Worm don full my body, sickness don kover my body with dirty; my body don skata with sore.


Bikos my days dey disappear like smoke and my bones dey hot like wetin fire dey burn.


Dem sey, “E get some bad-bad diziz. E nor go ever get up from dat bed!”


At wons God angel kon nak Herod fall for groun, bikos e nor give God glory and plenty worm kon chop en body till e die.


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