Si as yor favor great rish; di one wey Yu keep for doz wey dey fear Yu. Yu dey pour dem on pipol wey kom make Yu protet dem and Yu dey bless dem for evribody front.
But wetin make mi nor get mind? Wetin make my heart nor happy at-all? I go put my hope for God hand! I go praiz am again, bikos na-im bi my Savior and my God!
Before dis time, I bi like lamb wey dem won go kill, even doh I nor know anytin. I nor know sey na mi dem dey plan dis kind wiked tin for. Dem bin sey, “Make wi kut di tree naw wey e still dey fresh; make wi kill-am, so dat nobody go remember am again.”
I go take am go where dead body dey. I go make una stay for dat undagroun wey empty and na dead body go bi una friend. Bikos of dis, una nor go ever kom out or stay with pipol wey dey alive again.