22 So make Yu nor let dem laf and curse mi, bikos I dey obey yor kommand.
My friends dey tok against mi and I dey kry give God.
Di tins wey dey make mi fear, make Yu take dem komot from my life, bikos yor law dey good.
Den I go fit ansa pipol wey dey won kill mi, bikos I trust yor word.
Make yu trust God and do wetin dey good, den yu go get peace for di land and yu go prosper.
E go show sey yu dey innocent kon defend yu for publik.
Make Yu save mi from my sins. Make Yu nor let fools laf mi.
Dia wahala don break my bones. Dem dey laf dey sey, “Where dat yor God dey sef?”
Wi must go meet am for outside di kamp kon share di shame with am.
But why pipol go praiz yu wen dem ponish yu bikos of wetin yu do and yu bear-am? But if yu sofa bikos yu do good, God go favor yu,
But Nabal tell David savants, “Na who bi David and na who bi dis Jesse pikin sef? Na dis kind time many savants dey run leave dia oga.
Wen David hear sey Nabal don die, e kon sey, “Make wi praiz God wey don fight for us, bikos of wetin Nabal do. God stop en savant to do bad and E don reward Nabal with di wiked wey e do.” Den David send pipol go meet Abigail sey make e bi en wife.