17 Na God, nor bi di darkness make mi kwayet, even doh di darkness don kover my face.
So I go let yu die first and dem go beri yu well.’ ” So, dem kon go tell di king evritin wey di profetes tok.
“God! Why Yu let my mama born mi? I for don die, before anybody si mi.
To die for my mama belle, for betta pass dis one wey I dey so.
Dem nor get hope to kom out from darkness, bikos swod dey wait to kill dem trowey.
Dem go porshu dem from where pipol stay kon still porshu dem from lite enter darkness.
Di lite for dia house go dark; di lantan wey dey dia room go off.
God don block my way and I nor fit pass; E don hide my way for darkness.
Yu nor dey si again, bikos di trobol don too dark for yor eye and wota don kover yu.
I wish sey God go distroy mi! I wish sey E go just kill mi with en hand.
Raitious pipol dey die and nobody undastand or even kare. Betta men dey die, yet nobody dey si di evil wey dey kom.