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Psalms 53:4 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

4 Pipol wey dey do wiked tins nor get sense at-all? Dem dey chop my pipol like bread and dem nor ever dey tink sey e good make dem pray to God.

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Psalms 53:4
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Wen wiked pipol and my enemies won kom attack and kill mi, dem dey stagga fall.


But una wey bi fool, make una tink again! Wen una go really get sense to undastand?


Di pipol bi like trees branches wey don dry and skata for groun; wey wimen dey gada take do firewood. So, bikos di pipol nor undastand anytin, God wey kreate dem nor go sorry or pity for dem.


Make Yu vex well-well for di nashons wey nor gri woship Yu and doz wey rijet Yu, bikos dem don kill and distroy yor pipol finish kon turn awa land to desert.”


But God sey, “My pipol foolish well-well, dem nor know mi at-all. Dem bi shidren wey nor get sense and dem nor dey kwik undastand anytin. Na only bad-bad tins dem sabi do.”


Di ten horns wey yu si and di beast, go hate di ashawo kon kollect all wetin e get, den e go dey naked. Dem go chop en body kon burn am with fire.


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