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!
I start to kry wen I remember as tins bi before! Den I dey waka with doz wey dey woship God; dey lead many pipol go God house and wi dey happy as wi dey sing and dey tank am as wi dey celebrate!
I go take una as my pipol and I go bi una God. Den una go know sey na mi bi di Oga wey bi una God. Di One wey save una from Egypt pipol hand wen dem dey sofa una.
My God, make yu si all di wiked tins wey dem dey do. Make Yu ponish dem, just as Yu ponish mi for all my sins. My pains many and e dey make mi sick well-well.”
Wen I show di kountries how my name dey holy and great rish; di name wey una dey disgrace, dem go know sey na mi bi God. Mi, God wey get pawa, don tok.” “I go use una take show di kountries sey I dey holy.
Make di priest wey dey serve God for di altar, stand and kry for di temple gate kon sey, “My Oga God, make Yu sorry for yor pipol. Nor allow oda nashons hate, laf and ask us sey, ‘Where una God der?’ ”
Den my enemies go si sey God dey for my side and shame go katch dem. Dis na di same enemies wey ask sey, “Where dat yor Oga God dey?” And naw, I go si as dem dey fall and I go mash dem pass like portor-portor for road.
Make una nor try to pay anybody for di bad tin wey dem do una, but make una leave am for God, bikos God word sey, “Na mi go revensh for una. I go pay dem back.”