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Psalms 40:17 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

17 I dey poor and I nor get anytin, so make God keep mi for en mind. My God, make Yu kwik kom, bikos na Yu bi my help and di Pesin wey go save mi.

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Psalms 40:17
20 Iomraidhean Croise  

I poor well-well! I nor get anytin and na pain full my heart.


I pray to God and E ansa mi kon free mi from all my fear.


I pray to God as I dey sofa and E ansa mi; E save mi from evritin wey dey worry mi.


But make Yu give joy and happiness to pipol wey dey help mi. Make dem always dey sey, “God dey great and E wont make en savant dey save!”


My Oga God, Yu don do wonderful tins for us. Wetin Yu plan for us too many to kount. Nobody bi like Yu. If I start to kount all di wonderful tins wey Yu don do, I nor go fit kount dem finish.


But na God dey help mi. Na God dey keep my life!


God dey listin to doz wey nor get help and E nor go forget en pipol wey dem dey ponish.


Dem don opress mi and I nor get anytin! Abeg my God, make Yu kwik kom save mi, bikos na Yu bi my helpa and di Pesin wey dey diliver mi! So make Yu kwik kom!


My God, make Yu hear my prayer; make Yu ansa and help mi, bikos pipol dey opress mi.


Wen all dis tins dey happen, pipol go sey, “Look! Make una si God for here! Wi wait for am and E don kom diliver us. Si God for here! Wi really wait for am. So make wi rijoice and dey happy bikos E don save us.”


Wen poor pipol and doz wey dem dey opress dey look for wota bikos dia trot don dry, den mi, wey bi God go ansa dem. Israel God nor go ever abandon dem.


Jesus ansa am, “Rabbit and bird get dia own house, but Man Pikin nor get where e go fit rest en head.”


Una know di grace wey awa Oga God Jesus Christ get; even doh e dey rish, e kon turn poor man bikos of una, so dat thru en poverty, una go dey rish.


So make wi get mind wey go make us fit sey, “Na God bi my helpa, so wi nor go fear. Wetin human being go fit do us?”


My brodas and sistas, make una listin! God nor choose poor pipol for dis world sey, make dem rish for faith and inherit di kingdom wey E promise sey E go give doz wey love am?


Wen dem curse am, e nor ansa back; wen e sofa, e nor treaten sey e go pay dem back, but e put ensef for God hand wey nor dey judge kase with parsha.


Make una karry all una trobol give God, bikos E kare for una.


Di Pesin wey dey tok dis tins, know sey dis tins na true. Jesus Christ sey, “True-true, I go soon kom!” Amen! Oga God Jesus, make yu kom!


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