49 I still dey kry well-well and I nor go stop at-all
Wen I dey trobol, I look for God. Thru-out di nite, I pray and lift my hand go heaven, but nor-tin fit konfort my soul.
God sey make I tell di pipol dis word: “I dey kry both day and nite and nor-tin fit stop mi, bikos my pipol don wound and dia sore deep well-well.
Bikos of dis tins; I kry well-well, but nobody dey to konfort or give mi hope. My shidren nor get future, bikos awa enemies don win us.
Jerusalem wall wey fine well-well, make yu kry give God! Both day and nite, make di wota from yor eye dey flow like river! Make yu nor rest or stop to kry!