Psalms.
36.
David Song Wiked pipol nor get good heart and dem nor dey fear God. 
Bikos dem blind, dem nor fit si as dem really wiked rish. 
Evritin wey dem tok na lie and dem dey deceive pipol. Dem nor dey ever gri do good tins. 
Instead of dem to dey sleep for nite, na bad tins dem dey plan. Wetin dem dey do nor dey good. Dem nor even dey try to turn from dia wiked ways. 
My God, yor love wey nor dey fail, big and wide like di heavens; just as yor goodness high pass di kloud for sky. 
Yor goodness bi like di highest mountin and di way Yu dey judge, klean like river bottom. Yu protet both pipol and animals. 
My God, si as I value yor love wey nor dey fail! Evribody dey save under yor feada shadow. 
Yu dey feed dem from di plenty food wey Yu get for yor own house kon let dem drink from yor wota wey dey give life, 
bikos na Yu bi di wota wey dey give life; di lite wey make us dey si. 
Make Yu pour yor love wey nor dey fail on pipol wey love Yu; make Yu judge well for pipol wey get klean heart. 
Nor let proud pipol opress mi or allow wiked pipol drive mi komot from my house. 
Si! Wiked pipol don fall! God don trow dem down and dem nor go get up again. 
