14 If I sey, ‘Grave na my papa’ and di worm wey dey chop mi, ‘Na my mama and sistas,’
Naw, I don turn rotin wood and I bi like klot wey worm chop anyhow.
Even wen sickness don chop my skin, as I still dey dis body, I go si God.
But evribody must die. Dem dey beri who don die and worm dey kover di body.
Even dia mama nor go remember dem again. Na worm go chop dem and dem go bi like tree wey dem kut trowey.
Tok-less of human being wey just bi like worm and magot! Wetin dia life mean to God?”
My skin don black finish and strong fever dey katch mi naw.
Worm don full my body, sickness don kover my body with dirty; my body don skata with sore.
Bikos God nor go leave my soul inside grave or allow en holy pikin rotin for der.
since dem nor go dey alive forever, bikos dem go must die one day.
Before-before, dem dey play music with harp to give yu respet, but naw, yu dey with dead pipol. Yu liedan for worm bed kon use di worms take do kover klot.’ ”
Na so e go bi afta wi don raiz-up from deat. Dis body wey wi get naw, go die, but di body wey wi go take raiz from deat, go dey forever.