17 Di nite dey make my bones pain mi; di pains dey bite mi and e nor gri stop.
So Satan live where God dey kon pak sore full Job body.
My skin don black finish and strong fever dey katch mi naw.
Wen I sleep, I dey tink dey sey, ‘Wen day go take break?’ I dey waka for nite dey wait make day break.
My God, na evriday I dey koll Yu, but Yu nor dey ansa. Na evry nite Yu dey hear my vois, yet I still dey sofa.
I dey kry evry nite with pain like sey lion dey break my bones, bikos I tink sey God won end my life.
I fear well-well wen I hear all dis tins and my lips kon dey shake. Fear and kold katch mi at wons. I go really wait for di time wen God go ponish doz wey dey attack us.