Dem nor win di land with dia swod and nor bi dia own strong hand make dem win, but na yor rite and strong hand with di shinin-shinin lite from yor face, help dem, bikos Yu love dem.
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.
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.
I go kom save dem kwik-kwik, bikos my time to win, don near. Mi mysef go rule all di nashons. Di lands wey dey far dey wait make I kom; dem dey wait with hope make I kon save dem.
Oga God, make Yu raiz-up kon help us! Save us with yor pawa. Make Yu use yor pawa, just as Yu dey do before. Di monsta wey dem dey koll Rahab wey dey di sea, na Yu kut am to pieces.
“I fine pesin wey fit build di wall; pesin wey fit stand for where di wall for fall kon tok for di town wen my vexnashon won distroy am, but I nor si anybody.
But I go love and sorry for Judah pipol. Mi wey bi dia Oga God, go save dem, but e nor go bi thru war, swod, bow, arrow, horse or doz wey dey ride di horse dem.”
Look, di time dey kom and e don even rish, wen una go skata and evribody go-go en own way and I go stay alone. But I nor dey alone, bikos my Papa dey with mi.