1My God, make Yu diliver mi! Bikos all doz wey dey fear and respet Yu, wiked pipol don kill dem finish.
2Pipol dey lie give each oda; dem just dey deceive demsef.
3Make God kut di tongue wey dey tok anyhow kon distroy di mout wey dey boast!
4Dem dey sey, “Na di way wi dey tok, dey make us prosper; na wi get awa own lip: who bi awa oga or who go fit stop us?”
5So God ansa, “Bikos of di wiked tins wey dem don do to pipol wey nor get help and di pains wey poor pipol dey face, I go do sometin; I go fight for dem, bikos na so dem wont make I do since.”
6God promise dey pure well-well like silva wey dem melt for fire.
7So Oga God, wi know sey Yu go protet doz wey dem dey opress. Yu go guide dem forever from doz pipol wey sabi lie well-well,
8even from doz evil pipol wey dey evriwhere, bikos wikedness don kover di whole land.