God dey find place put pipol wey don run komot from dia house bikos of war, E dey free prisonas kon make dem prosper. But pipol wey dey sin, dey stay for desert forever.
I go lead doz wey nor dey si, pass di road wey dem neva travel pass before. I go turn dia darkness to lite kon make rof road smooth for dem. Dis na wetin I promise and I go do dem; I nor go fail.
I go tell doz wey dey prison sey, ‘Make una kom out!’ And doz wey dey for darkness, ‘Make una kom enter lite!’ Dem go bi like sheep wey dey chop grass for hill.
God wey dey mighty, en Spirit dey on mi, bikos E don anoint mi to prish good news give poor pipol; heal doz wey dia heart break; announce make dem release doz wey bi slave and free doz wey dey for prison.