1As last, Job kon tok and e curse di day wey dem born am.
2Job kon sey,
3“Make di day wey my mama born mi disappear and make di nite wey e get my belle, vanish!
4Make di day turn to darkness. God! Make Yu nor remember dat day again; nor let lite shine put again.
5Make darkness and deat shadow kover am! Make betta kloud dey on-top am; make darkness kover en lite.
6Make dat nite komot from kalendar; make dem nor kount am join di days and monts for di year again.
7Make di nite empty and e nor go get joy again.
8Make di pipol wey dey curse day, curse am! Make di pipol wey dey curse wota juju, curse am too.
9Make en morning star remain darkness. Even wen e find lite, make e nor si am and make en day nor break.
10Make Yu curse di day wey my mama born mi, bikos na-im make mi dey face all dis trobol so o-o.
11“Wetin make mi nor die before my mama born mi? Or why I nor die as I just kom out from my mama belle?
12Wetin make my mama karry mi for en lap? Why my mama feed mi with en breast?
13If to sey I die dat time, I for dey rest naw;
14with kings and govnors wey bin build big-big house for demsef for dis eart.
15I for dey rest with prince wey get gold and wey silva full dia palis.
16Why dem nor beri mi like pikin wey die before dem born am? Like pikin wey nor live to si di lite?
17Bikos for grave, wiked pipol nor fit do evil and evribody wey dey der, dey rest.
18Even di pesin wey dey prison before, dey rest, bikos nobody dey opress am for der.
19Evribody dey der, both small and big and even savants dey free from dia oga.
20“Wetin make God dey give lite to pesin wey dey sofa? Why E dey give life to doz wey dey face trobol?
21Dem dey find deat, but dem nor dey si am; dem dey find am pass wetin dey precious.
22Dem dey-dey happy wen dem die go dia grave.
23Wetin God give lite to doz wey nor get tumoro, pipol wey God surround with wahala?
24Instead make I chop, I dey kry and my pain dey pour kom out like wota.
25And naw, evritin wey I dey fear, don dey happen to mi so o-o.
26I nor get peace or rest and my trobol nor gri end.”