David si di angel wey dey kill di pipol and e tell God, “Na mi dey guilty, na mi bi di pesin wey do wrong. Wetin dis poor pipol do? Make yu ponish mi and my family.”
Dia curse dey pain and e dey make my heart kut; I dey look for who go tell mi sorry, but I nor si. I dey find who go konfort mi, but I still nor si anybody.
E sey, instead of sadnes, E go give joy and happiness to doz wey dey mourn for Zion. Instead of sorrow, E go put praiz song for dia mout. Dem go bi like tree wey God plant by ensef. All of dem go do wetin dey rite and dem go praiz God for wetin E don do.
But Paul ansa, “Wetin una dey do so, una dey kry dey won break my heart? I ready, nor bi only make dem tie mi, but to die for Jerusalem, bikos of Jesus Christ name.”
But before dat time, I don tink am sey, e good make I send Epafroditus kom meet una. En na my broda, ko-worker and soja. Na una messenja e bi and e dey help mi anytime wey I nid anytin.
My brodas, sistas and friends wey I love, I dey hongry to si una, bikos una dey make mi proud. My friends wey I love, make una stand well inside Christ!