14 I dey mourn for dem, just as I go do for my broda or friend. I dey bow with sorrow like sey I dey mourn for my mama.
Den Isaak take Rebekah enter en mama room. E take am as en wife kon love am. So, Rebekah make Isaak mind rest, afta en mama don die.
I nor fit stand strait again and wahala full my life. Evriday, I dey kry and mourn waka.
But Paul shaut, “Make yu nor kill yorsef, all of us still dey for here!”