7 My eyes don swell-up bikos of kry; my body don tin like broom.
I kry sotey my eyes don dey red and swell-up and naw, na only darkness I dey si.
My friends dey tok against mi and I dey kry give God.
Yu don seize and turn mi to yor enemy. Na skin and bone I bi and pipol dey use am against mi.
Worm don full my body, sickness don kover my body with dirty; my body don skata with sore.
I dey fade komot dis life like shadow; I dey die komot like lokust.
Sofa don make my eyes blind. My eyes dey weak, bikos of my enemies.
All of una wey dey do bad tins, make una leave mi alone, bikos God don hear my kry.
Who know wetin good for pesin for dis yuzles and short life wey wi dey live? Life wey bi like shadow, how wi won take know wetin go happen for di world afta wi don die?
Bikos of dis, wi dey feel pain and wi nor dey si well again; awa eyes don dey weak, bikos wi don kry taya.