11 Like dis, I know sey I dey make belle sweet Yu, bikos Yu neva let my enemies win mi.
So, make wi praiz God wey nor let awa enemies tear us to pieces with dia tit!
Make Yu nor let my enemies dey make mout sey, “Wi don win am!” Den dem go dey happy sey I don fall.
No! But God dey happy for pipol wey dey fear and obey am; doz wey put dia hope for en love wey nor dey fail.
Na only Yu I trust, so make Yu nor let pipol disgrace mi or allow my enemies happy wen I fall.
Yu nor give mi to my enemies and Yu don put mi for where I go dey save.
Make Yu nor let dem sey, “Si, wi don get wetin wi wont! Wi go chop am alive!”
Make Yu show mi sign sey Yu go favor mi. Den shame go katch di pipol wey hate mi, bikos Yu wey bi my God, don help and konfort mi.
Make wi sing to God! Make wi praiz God, bikos E save doz wey wiked pipol dey opress.
God disgrace wiked and evil rulers for publik, wen E win dem for di cross.