My God, nor let dem disgrace mi, bikos I dey koll make Yu kom help mi. Instead, make disgrace follow wiked pipol and make dem die go dia grave, where dem go dey silent forever.
“Pipol wey dey make juju nor mean anytin and di juju wey dem tink sey dey give dem happiness, nor mean anytin at-all. Di pipol wey dey serve di juju nor dey si and dem nor know anytin; so na shame and disgrace go follow dem.
Make una nor fear, dem nor go disgrace una again. Make una nor fear at-all, bikos una nor go face shame again. Una go forget una shame wey happen wen una dey small and una nor go remember di sofa wey una sofa wen una nor get shidren.
Na Yu bi di hope wey Israel get; so make Yu disgrace doz wey leave Yu. Make dem disappear like name wey dem rite for san, bikos dem forget Yu wey bi di spring wey dey bring fresh wota.”
Shame dey katch dem bikos of di wiked tins wey dem do? No! Dem nor dey shame at-all. Dem nor even sabi form sef! So, dem go die just as odas die. Dem go die finish, afta I don ponish dem.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
If anybody shame for mi and wetin I dey tish for dis world wey wiked and ashawo pipol dey, Man Pikin go shame for am too, wen e go kom back for en Papa and en holy angels glory.”