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Psalms 40:12 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

12 Trobol gada round mi and I nor fit kount dem! My sins don many well-well and I nor sure sey I go fit dey free from dem! Dem many pass di hair wey dey my head and I don lost all my hope.

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Psalms 40:12
13 Iomraidhean Croise  

Den e tell en brodas, “Dem return my money give mi! E dey for inside my sak!” Dem sopraiz well-well kon turn face each oda with fear, den dem sey, “Na wetin God don do to us so?”


bikos deat kover mi like klot and di fear to die go grave, dey make mi shake. Na only sorrow and trobol I dey si.


So God, how I won take know all my fault? Make Yu klean mi from di bad tins wey I do wey I nor know.


I dey die inside my own sin and dis wahala too heavy for mi to karry.


Den, I go dey sing praiz yor name forever kon dey do wetin I promise Yu.


Pipol wey just hate mi wen e bi sey I nor do dem anytin, many pass di hair wey dey my head. Doz my enemies wey won distroy mi without any rizin, too plenty to kount. Dem dey make mi pay for wetin I nor tif!


My body fit fail and my spirit fit weak, but na God dey make my heart strong; na-im bi my own forever.


All of us bi like sheep wey don lost and wi dey waka go awa own way. But God gi-am di ponishment wey suppose bi awa own.


Pipol go dey faint and fear go dey katch some, bikos of wetin dey happen for di world and difren pawas inside di sky, go shake komot for where dem dey.


Dis awa High Priest undastand us wen wi dey weak, bikos all dis temptashon wey wi dey face so, e face dem too, but e nor sin.


Bikos of sin, Christ sofa. En wey nor do bad, sofa for doz wey do bad, so dat e go karry us go meet God. And wen dem kill-am, e wake-up as spirit.


Lean sinn:

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