28 Naw, I don turn rotin wood and I bi like klot wey worm chop anyhow.
If I sey, ‘Grave na my papa’ and di worm wey dey chop mi, ‘Na my mama and sistas,’
So Satan live where God dey kon pak sore full Job body.
yu tink sey E go bilive who E make from san; sometin wey bi dust wey fit skata like ant house?
Worm don full my body, sickness don kover my body with dirty; my body don skata with sore.
Wen Yu ponish us for awa sins, Yu dey remove awa pawa like rat wey dey chop pesin food. But each of us, na just breeze wey dey blow pass.
My God, make Yu hear my prayers! Make Yu listin to my kry for help! Make Yu dey look di tears from my eye. I bi like pesin wey travel kom stay with Yu, just as my grand-grand papa dem bi to Yu.
Na God wey get pawa, help mi, so who go fit sey I dey guilty? All di pipol wey dey akuiz mi go disappear, dem go vanish like klot wey dey fade.
I go distroy Israel kon turn Judah land to where dem dey trowey dirty put.
Nor let us mi bi like pikin wey don die, wey e flesh don rotin before dem born am.”
Yor money don rotin and ants don chop yor klot.