Wen una dey pass thru deep wota, I go dey with una. Una go fit handle any wahala wey kom una way. Wen una pass thru fire, e nor go burn una. Di temptashon wey go kom, nor go too hard for una.
Why my pipol nor ansa wen I go meet dem sey I go save dem? Why dem nor ansa wen I koll dem? I nor get pawa rish to save dem? But I fit kommand di sea make e dry kon turn river to desert, so dat di fish dem go die.
God don promise Israel pipol sey, “E go give dem sun as lite for day time, while di moon and star go dey shine for nite. E sey, E go shake di sea and di wave go roll on-top each oda. En name na God wey dey mighty.”