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 drag mi follow pipol wey dey do wiked; doz wey dey tok like sey dem bi friend to dia neighbour, but dem dey plan bad tins for dem for dia mind.
Di body wey wi get naw, dey weak and e go die. But God go shange am to body wey go dey forever. So wetin dem rite for God word go kon happen sey: “Deat nor fit win di fight!”