2 “I like fo somebody measure How plenny I stay bum out! I like fo somebody weigh How bad all da tings dat happen to me! But nobody goin do dat.
“Fo shua, today I still goin squawk, An I goin soun jalike I go agains God, An suffa even if I moan.
Den let God weigh me wit da kine scales Dat show if I tell da trut, o I bulai. He goin know dat I no mo da blame fo make lidat.
But now da trouble come on you, an you lose fight. Da trouble reach you, an you come bum out.
Den Job ansa back Elifaz lidis:
Ony da guy dat stay sad inside Know how much he stay sore. An wen somebody stay real good inside, Odda peopo no can feel da same ting.