10 All di wonderful tins wey Yu dey do nor mean anytin to pipol wey don die. Abi dead body go fit raiz-up kon praiz Yu?
Pipol wey don die nor fit sing praiz God, bikos dem don die enter dia grave wey kwayet.
So I nor go die, instead I go live to tok about all di wonderful tins wey God don do.
I lift my hands and pray to Yu. Just as dry land dey hongry for rain, na so too I dey hongry to si Yu.
“Wetin Yu go gain if I die? Wetin Yu go get if I enter grave? Dead body go fit praiz Yu?
Pesin wey don die, nor dey remember Yu. Na who go fit praiz Yu from inside grave?
Make Yu sorry for mi, my Oga God, bikos I dey always koll yor name.
God pipol wey don die, go kom back to life! Dia body go raiz-up again. So, all of una wey dey grave, make una wake-up kon shaut with happiness, bikos una go grow well like grass wey dew fall put and di eart go bring back evritin wey don die.”