20 God, I dey koll Yu, but Yu nor gri ansa and wen I pray, Yu nor gri listin to my prayers.
“If I kry out bikos of dis trobol sef, nobody go ansa mi. I dey kry for help, but nobody dey hear am.
Wen trobol go kom, God go hear dia kry?
“Nobody won listin to wetin I dey tok? I swear sey evry word wey I dey tok na true. Make God kom ansa mi. Make dem rite wetin my enemies tok about mi, so dat I go si dem.
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.
Yu dey holy and na Yu get all di praiz for Israel.
Na since wen I dey small Yu allow pipol dey opress mi and I don nearly die. Yu don ponish mi well-well and naw, na pains full my life.
Yu hide yorsef for di kloud, so dat awa prayers nor go rish where Yu dey.
I kry well-well make E help mi, but God nor gri ansa mi.
But Jesus nor tok. So en disciples kon beg am, “Drive dis woman komot for here, bikos e dey disturb us.”