Psalms.
38.
David Prayer My God, make Yu nor porshu or ponish mi, bikos Yu dey vex! 
Yor arrow don shuk mi. E don wound mi well-well 
and bikos Yu dey vex, my body nor dey strong again, bikos of my sin. 
I dey die inside my own sin and dis wahala too heavy for mi to karry. 
Bikos of my sins, di sore for my body don start to smell. 
I nor fit stand strait again and wahala full my life. Evriday, I dey kry and mourn waka. 
I dey shame well-well and na so-so sick I dey sick. 
I don taya and my own don finish. I dey kry from my heart, bikos of all di pain for my body. 
So, Oga God, I know sey Yu know wetin I wont. Yu dey hear as I dey kry with pain. 
My heart dey beat fast-fast; my pawa don finish and my eye don blind. 
Pipol wey I love and wey bi my friends, dey run from mi, bikos dem dey fear my diziz. Even my own family membas stand for far dey look mi. 
Yet, my enemies still dey set trap to kill mi. Pipol wey hate mi dey plan to skata my life and na evriday dem dey plan against mi. 
But I bi like who nor dey hear wetin dem dey tok. I kwayet dey look dem like sey I nor sabi tok. 
Naw, I bi like deaf to dem. I nor dey ready to kworel or ansa dem back. 
But I dey wait for Yu, my God. My Oga God, make Yu kom ansa mi. 
I dey pray, “Make Yu nor let my enemies happy, bikos I fall for groun.” 
Na die I dey so o-o, bikos na so-so pain I dey face. 
But naw, I dey konfess my sins; I really dey sorry for evritin wey I don do. 
I get many wiked enemies and dem hate mi without any rizin. 
Dem dey pay mi bad for good kon dey oppoz mi for di good tins wey I do. 
So my God, make Yu nor leave mi. Nor stand for far dey look mi. 
My God and Savior, make Yu kwik-kwik kom help mi. 
