18 I don dey ready to komplain gi-am, bikos I know sey I dey rite.
Even doh Yu know sey I nor dey guilty, e nor get who fit save mi from yor hand.
Even my friends dey laf mi naw; dem dey laf, but I know sey I nor do any bad tin. I bilive sey God go ansa my prayers.
Naw, make yu listin to wetin I dey try to tok; make yu open yor ear well.
Abeg, I nid pesin wey go help mi beg God, just as pesin dey beg en friend.
I for komplain gi-am kon tell am all di trobol wey I dey face.
I nor go ever give up, bikos I dey rite; my mind dey klean and my konscience nor dey judge mi.
So Job three friends nor gri ansa Job again, bikos dem know sey e dey tok trut.
‘I nor dey guilty; I neva do any bad tin or kommit sin.
Job sey en know do bad tin and God nor gri defend am.
Yu don try well-well, stop to tink bad tins Nor kondemn mi again, bikos I dey rite.
I know sey I nor do any bad tin, but my mout fit kondemn mi. Even doh I dey innocent, my mout go still fit put mi for wahala.
I know kare again, life don taya mi, bikos I know sey I nor do any bad tin.
Make una remind mi of di good wey una do; make wi tok di matter togeda; make una tok as una take good.
Wi dey happy, bikos wi know sey di way wi dey live awa life for dis world and how wi dey bihave with una, dey show sey na God send us thru en pawa, nor bi human being own.