2 Wi dey grow and dry kwik-kwik like flower; wi dey vanish like shadow and nor-tin dey remain.
Awa Oga God! Yu know sey wi dey pass thru dis world like strenjas, just as awa grand-grand papa dem do. Awa days bi like shadow wey dey fade and wi nor fit run from deat.
Dem go bi like tree wey dem kwik plok en fruits; like olive tree wey lost en beauti.
Somebody fit dey alive for morning kon die for nite, before odas go know.
bikos dis life wey wi dey so, short well-well. Wi nor know anytin at-all and awa days for dis eart bi like shadow wey go kwik vanish.
My life dey pass kwik-kwik like shadow for evening and I dey die go like grass.
But Yu, my Oga God go sidan for yor throne forever and evry generashon go know how Yu dey great.
Bikos of di pains wey I dey feel, my bones don almost kom out from my skin.
Wi just bi like air wey dem dey breath; awa days bi like shadow wey dey fade go.
Bikos dem go soon die like grass. Just as flower dey die for dry sizin, na so too dem go die trowey.
Si! Yu don make my life short well-well and my whole life bi like one sekond to Yu. True-true, evribody life just bi like breeze wey dey blow pass.”
So, my God, where I won put my hope? Na Yu bi my only hope.
But doz wey dey fear God, go prosper like bambo tree and dem go strong as dem dey grow like cedar tree for Lebanon.
“Wiked pipol dey grow like grass and doz wey dey do evil dey prosper, but God go distroy dem forever.”
But wiked pipol nor go prosper, bikos dem nor dey fear God. Dia life go kwik finish like pesin shadow.
but yu nor know tumoro. Wetin yor life bi like? Yu bi like smoke wey dey kom out from fire. Pipol go si am, den small time e go vanish.
Human being bi like grass and wetin make am fine, bi like flower; di grass go dry and di flower go die,