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Psalms 6:2 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

2 Make Yu sorry for mi, bikos I dey weak. Make Yu heal mi, bikos my bones dey shake.

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Psalms 6:2
21 Iomraidhean Croise  

Abraham pray to God and God kon heal King Abimelek, en wife and en wimen savants, so dat dem go fit get belle born shidren,


Una wey bi my friends! Make una sorry for mi naw, bikos God don nak mi fall with en hand.


God go kover where E for wound yu; na en hand wound yu and na dat same hand E go take heal yu.


My life bi like wota wey dem trowey and all my bones don skata. My heart bi like kandol wey dey melt inside mi.


My Oga God, I dey kry to Yu for help and Yu don make mi well.


I dey die bikos pain and sadnes don make my years short. Sin don finish my strent and na die I dey die so.


Wen I nor gri konfess my sins, my body kon dey die go and I kon dey kry with pain.


Yor arrow don shuk mi. E don wound mi well-well


and bikos Yu dey vex, my body nor dey strong again, bikos of my sin.


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


My God, make Yu give mi my joy back and make my bones wey Yu break, strong again.


God sey, “If una really obey di Oga una God kon do wetin good for my eyes and listin to my kommand, I nor go sofa una with all di diziz wey I send go Egypt, bikos na mi bi di Oga una God wey dey heal una.”


Abeg God, make Yu korrect wi wey bi yor pipol. Make Yu nor ponish us bikos Yu dey vex, if not, all of us go die finish.


My God, make Yu heal mi and I go strong again; save mi and I go dey save, bikos na Yu I dey praiz.


Make una kom make wi turn go meet God! Na-im wound us, but E go heal us! Even doh E wound us, E go bandage awa sore.


Den Moses kry to God kon sey, “My God, abeg make Yu listin to am.”


So di news about Jesus kon spread go evriwhere for Siria. Dem kon bring pipol wey nor well, wey nor fit waka, pipol wey devil dey worry and di pipol wey demon dey inside dem, kom meet am and e heal all of dem.


God sey, “Na Mi, bi Mi! And e nor get any oda god escept Mi. I dey kill and give life, I dey make pesin sick and heal pesin too and nobody go fit fight mi.


Lean sinn:

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