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Job Wahala 
  1 “But pipol wey yong pass mi  
dey laf mi naw!  
Pipol wey dia papa nor dey yuzful,  
wey I nor go even allow join di dogs wey dey guide my sheep.   
 2 Dem bi yuzles pipol  
and dem too weak to do any work for mi.   
 3 Bikos dem poor well-well and honga won kill dem,  
dem kon dey chop dry rut and dirty for nite.   
 4 Dem dey pul and chop plant for desert;  
even di small tree wey en rut nor get taste,  
dem dey chop am too!   
 5 Evribody dey shaut follow dem like tif  
kon porshu dem komot from di land.   
 6 Dem dey stay for inside hold wey en wota don dry  
and inside rock too.   
 7 Dem dey bihave and shaut like animals  
and gada togeda for bush.   
 8 Dem nor get sense or name  
and dem porshu dem komot di town.   
Job Dey Shame 
  9 “Naw, dem dey kom laf  
and take mi sing.  
Na mi dem dey take do joke naw.   
 10 Dem dey trit mi like sey I dey smell;  
dem feel sey dem too good pass mi,  
so dem kon spit for my face.   
 11 Bikos God don make mi weak and I nor get who go help mi;  
dem kon use all dia vexnashon take face mi.   
 12 Dem gada kon fight mi;  
dem drive mi from one place to anoda  
and dem don agri for wetin dem go do mi.   
 13 Dem follow mi as I dey run  
kon dey try to distroy mi  
and e nor get who fit stop dem.   
 14 Dem kon attack mi from difren angle.  
Dem jump press mi wen I don already fall.   
 15 Fear don chop my full body;  
my respet don go like wota proof wey breeze blow  
and my glory don vanish like kloud.   
No Hope For Job 
  16 “I won die naw;  
bikos na so-so pains full my days.   
 17 Di nite dey make my bones pain mi; di pains dey bite mi  
and e nor gri stop.   
 18 God hold mi for neck with pawa  
kon make di klot wey I wear, dirty.   
 19 E trow mi for mud and naw,  
I bi like dust and ashes.   
 20 God, I dey koll Yu,  
but Yu nor gri ansa and wen I pray,  
Yu nor gri listin to my prayers.   
 21 Yu dey do mi anyhow;  
Yu dey ponish mi with all yor pawa.   
 22 Yu allow breeze blow mi go;  
Yu trow mi up-and-down for inside strong breeze.   
 23 I know sey Yu dey karry mi go where I go for die;  
di place wey Yu keep for evribody.   
Di Pass 
  24 “True-true, nobody go fight poor pesin,  
wen e kry sey make dem help am from en trobol.   
 25 Abi I nor follow pipol wey dey trobol kry  
kon sorry for pipol wey nor get at-all?   
 26 Na happiness and lite I dey hope for,  
but na trobol and darkness I kom get.   
 27 Pain and worry don skata my body;  
I dey sofa evriday.   
 28 I just dey waka for darkness and I nor dey si lite at-all.  
I dey beg for help for where crowd Gad put.   
 29 I don kry sotey my vois don krack  
and my neck don long like Ostrich own.   
 30 My skin don black finish  
and strong fever dey katch mi naw.   
 31 I nor fit remember di last time wen I hear betta music,  
bikos na only song wey go make mi mourn and kry,  
naim dem dey play.