Wetin make mi nor get hope? Wetin make my heart nor dey happy at-all? But I go still put my hope for God hand! I go still dey praiz am, bikos na-im bi my Savior and God!
“E go bad well-well for doz leaders wey suppose kare for my pipol just as shepad dey kare for en sheep, but dem nor do am, instead dem distroy and skata my pipol.
Dis na wetin Oga God tok: “Just as nobody go fit measure di heavens or open di eart foundashon, na so too I nor go ever rijet Israel pipol bikos of wetin dem do. Mi, wey bi God, don tok!”
As long as I bi di God wey nor dey die, e go betta for una if una listin to mi. Wiked animals attack my sheep kon kill and chop dem, bikos dem nor get who dey guide dem. My shepads nor even try to look for di sheep, instead na diasef dem kare about.