So I pray to God: “My Oga God wey dey rule all of us; yor judgement na true and Yu dey si wetin pipol dey tink for dia heart. Make Yu fight dis pipol for mi, bikos my life dey yor hand.”
Den I ansa, “My God! Yu know as I dey sofa. Abeg make Yu remember kon help mi. Make Yu revensh doz wey dey tok bad against mi. Nor sorry for dem, so dat dem nor go kill mi. Make Yu remember sey na bikos of Yu, dem dey curse mi.
Tell di sojas make dem attack Babilon. Make evribody wey sabi shot bow, surround di town so dat nobody go eskape. Una must pay dem back kon trit dem, just as dem trit odas, bikos dem dey karry body for mi wey bi di Holy One for Israel.
So, make una run komot Babilon town! Make una run for una dear life! Make una nor die for nor-tin, bikos of Babilon pipol sin. I dey take my revensh and I go ponish dem well-well.
Dem dey kry with loud vois sey, “Oga God wey get pawa, how long e go take before yu go judge doz wey dey live for dis eart? Make yu ponish dem, bikos na dem kill us!”