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Job 6:7 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

7 I nor fit tosh dat kind food, bikos e dey make mi sick.

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Job 6:7
11 ပူးပေါင်းရင်းမြစ်များ  

Di woman ansa, “I promise with God wey dey alive sey, I nor get bread. Di only tin wey I get na small flower for plate and olive oil for cup. I kom gada firewood make I use take make am for mi and my pikin. Na dat one bi di last food wey wi go chop before honga go kill us.”


Una go tell dem make dem put am for prison kon gi-am bread and wota till I go kom back.”


Instead make I chop, I dey kry and my pain dey pour kom out like wota.


Pipol wey dey sick nor fit even chop di food wey sweet well-well.


But who fit chop food wey nor get salt or taste? Or wish kind taste dey for di white part for egg?


“Why God nor gri give mi wetin I ask for? Why E nor ansa my prayer?


Na ashes I dey chop as food and my tear dey rush enter my drink,


But I ansa, “God wey get pawa well-well, make Yu nor do am like dat! Since I small, I neva chop food wey di law dey forbid or chop animal wey die on en own or wey wiked animal kill. I neva chop any food wey nor klean.”


God still sey, “Man pikin, I go remove bread from Jerusalem. Di pipol go dey measure di food and wota wey dem dey drink, so dat e nor go finish.


I nor chop any good food, meat, drink wine or komb my hair until di three weeks komplete.


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