Psalms.
107.
Make wi tank God, bikos E dey good! En love wey nor dey fail, dey forever. 
Make pipol wey God don save, tok about am. Make dem tell odas sey E don save dem from dia enemies. 
Bikos E don gada en pipol from many land; from east and west, nort and sout, 
even doz wey dey waka for di wildaness and di ones wey lost and nor get house. 
Dem bin dey hongry and wota nor dey to drink and some even faint as dem dey waka, 
so dem kry as dem dey trobol sey, “Awa God, make Yu kom help us!” So God save dem from dia trobol. 
E take dem go where dem go for dey save; di town where dem go stay. 
So make dem praiz God, bikos of en great love and for di wonderful tins wey E don do for dem. 
Bikos E dey give wota to pipol wey nid am and food to doz wey dey hongry. 
Some sidan for where dark pass and dem shain dem with iron, 
bikos dem go against God word, dem nor gri listin to wetin di Most High God tok 
and na dis rizin make God ponish dem, so dat dem go learn, bikos wen dem fall, nobody dey to help dem. 
Wen dem dey trobol, dem kon kry sey, “Awa Oga God, make Yu kom help us.” So God save dem from dia trobol. 
E komot dem from di darkness kon break di shains. 
So make dem praiz God, bikos of en great love and for di wonderful tins wey E don do for dem, 
bikos E break di prison gate wey dem make with bronze kon kut all di bars wey dem make with iron. 
Bikos some nor get sense, dem kon tok against am and dem sofa for dia sins. 
Dem nor even fit chop and na die remain for dem to die. 
Wen dem dey trobol, dem kon kry sey, “Awa Oga God, make Yu kom help us.” So God save dem from dia trobol. 
E send en words kon heal dem and E take dem komot from deat hand. 
So make dem praiz God, bikos of en great love and for di wonderful tins wey E do for dem. 
Make dem tank am with sakrifice kon sing about di tins wey E do. 
Some use ship for sea dey travel round di world. 
Dem si all di tins wey God dey do; all di wonderful works wey E do for di deep sea. 
E kommand and breeze raiz-up with all di waves for di sea. 
Di waves karry di ship up-and-down for di sea and doz wey dey drive di ship fear well-well, bikos of di great wahala wey di wave dey kause. 
So dem kon dey shake and stagga like pesin wey don drink and all wetin dem know, nor fit help dem. 
Wen dem dey trobol, dem kon kry sey, “Awa Oga God, make Yu kom help us.” So God save dem from dia trobol. 
God stop di wave for di sea and evriwhere kon kwayet. 
Dis kon make doz wey dey drive di ship happy, den di wota karry dia ship go rish land! 
So make dem praiz God, bikos of en great love and di wonderful tins wey E do for dem. 
Make dem praiz am for where pipol dey and for where di leaders for di nashon gada put, 
bikos E turn river to desert and spring wota to land wey dry well-well. 
E turn di land wey get fruit to land wey nor get anytin at-all, bikos of di wiked tins wey di pipol wey dey stay der, dey do. 
But for en pipol, E turn desert to where wota full and dry land to where wota dey flow pass, 
den E bring doz wey dey hongry make dem kon stay and build dia house for der. 
Dem plant seeds and vine for di land kon harvest plenty fruits and food. 
E bless dem, so dat dem go born kon plenty for di land and na so too E make dia animals plenty. 
But as for dia enemies, dem kon dey small more-more, bikos of di pain and sofa wey dem dey face. 
God nor sorry for dia prince, instead E make dem dey waka for di dry and empty land. 
Yet E save poor pipol from doz wey dey opress dem kon make dia family many like plenty animals. 
Wen pipol wey dey obey God si all dis tins, dem go happy, while wiked pipol go shut up dia mout. 
So anybody wey get sense, make e learn from all dis tins and tink about how God good rish and en love wey nor dey fail. 
