18 Even doh God don ponish mi well-well, E nor let mi die.
Naw, for evry generashon, yor shidren-shidren go die anyhow, bikos yu nor obey mi kon take Uriaya wife.
Wen honga kom, E go keep yu alive; wen war kom, E go protet yu, so dat yu nor go die.
I sink go under di mountins kon enter inside one place where I go bi prisona forever. But Yu, my God don take mi komot from di pit.
But wen God judge and ponish us, E dey do am, so dat E nor go kondemn us with dis world.
Dat time, e bi like sey nobody know us, but evribody know us; e bi like sey wi don die, but wi dey alive; wi still dey alive like pipol wey dem dey ponish, but dem nor fit kill us;