My Oga wey bi Israel God, make Yu do wetin Yu promise yor savant, my papa David, wen Yu sey, ‘Na yor shidren and shidren-shidren go dey rule for Israel, so-far dem do wetin I tok kon obey my laws, just as Yu obey mi.’
One dia party finish, Job go koll and santify dem. For early morning, Job go offa sakrifice for all of dem. “Bikos e bilive sey dem fit nor know sey dem don sin and curse God.” Job dey do dis tin evritime.
Make Yu nor remember di sins wey I kommit wen I yong. Remember mi for di lite wey yor love wey nor dey fail dey bring, bikos Yu my God, dey sorry for pesin.
Yong man, make yu happy as yu dey yong! Make yu enjoy evry minute for dis life and do evritin wey yu won do; but remember sey yu go tell God evritin wey yu dey do.
Make yu run from doz tins wey dey hongry yong pipol to do, so dat yu go please God forever. Den yu go fit love and stay for peace with odas wey dey serve God with klean heart.
Make sure sey yu dey strong well-well and yu get heart! Make yu dey obey all di law and kommand wey my savant Moses give yu! Nor do dem anyhow, den yu go prosper for evritin wey yu dey do.