Yu dey great and get pawa; Yu get glory, honor and respet. Evritin for heaven and eart, na yor own and dis na yor kingdom. Wi dey praiz Yu pass evritin for dis world.
Na mi bi di high and holy God, di Pesin wey go live forever. Where I dey stay, dey high and holy, but I still dey stay with pipol wey dey honbol and ready to turn from sin kom meet mi, so dat I go give dem mind and hope again.
Den I hear di man wey wear linen wey dey on-top di river as e raiz en two hand face sky kon swear with God name sey: “Na only three and half years remain; by di time wen God don save en holy pipol from who dey sofa dem, all dis tins go don happen.”
But wen di seven years don pass, mi, Nebukadnezzar kon look heaven and my sense kom back to mi. I praiz di Most High God kon give honor and glory to di Pesin wey dey live forever and en kingdom go last forever.
Wen e si am, e vex kon tear en klot. E kry kon shaut, “Oh my dota! Yu don distroy mi! Yu don kause wahala for mi! I don make vow give God and I nor go fit take am back.”