But wen e si all di good tins wey en sofa bring, belle go sweet am. My savant wey I like well-well, go bear plenty pipol ponishment and I go forgive dem bikos of am.
Una nor gri kare for di ones wey dey weak; heal di ones wey dey sick; bandage di sore wey some get; go find di ones wey waka anyhow or look for di ones wey lost. Instead, una dey trit dem with wikedness.
E nor get anoda god like Yu; Yu dey forgive yor pipol wey survive. Yu nor dey vex forever, instead, Yu dey happy to show yor pipol yor love wey nor dey end.
Di Oga yor God dey with yu and E dey always diliver yu. E dey happy well-well bikos of yu. En love nor go make yu fear again and E go dey sing sweet songs bikos of yu.’