Job 27

27 ¹And Job come start im talk again, e say: ²"As God dey live, wey don comot my justice, and di Almighty, wey don make my soul bitter, ³as long as my breath still dey inside me, and di Spirit of our Papa dey for my nose-hole, ⁴my lips no go talk lie, and my tongue no go yarn deceit. ⁵I no go ever gree say una correct; until I die I no go loose my integrity. ⁶I hold my correct-and-holy way tight and I no go loose am; my heart no dey blame me for any of my days.

⁷"Make my enemy be like di wicked person, and make di one wey rise against me be like di one wey no correct. ⁸Because wetin be di hope of di person wey no get God when dem cut am off, when God comot im life? ⁹God go hear im cry when trouble come meet am? ¹⁰E go take joy for di Almighty? E go call God for all times? ¹¹I go teach una about di hand of God; I no go hide wetin dey with di Almighty. ¹²See, una all don see dis thing with una own eye; why den una dey talk such empty words? ¹³Dis na di portion of wicked man from God, di inheritance wey oppressor people dey collect from di Almighty: ¹⁴If im pikin dem plenty, dem go die by sword, and im offspring no go get enough bread. ¹⁵Di ones wey remain after am, plague go bury dem, and dia widow dem no go cry. ¹⁶Even if e gather silver like dust and pile up cloth like clay, ¹⁷e fit pile am up, but na di correct-and-holy person go wear am, and na di innocent person go share di silver. ¹⁸E build im house like cocoon of moth, like di small hut wey watchman dey make. ¹⁹E lie down as rich man, but e no go do so again; e open im eye, and everything don comot. ²⁰Fear catch am like flood; for di night whirlwind carry am comot. ²¹Di east wind lift am up and e don go; e sweep am comot from im place. ²²E throw imsef for am without pity; e run comot quick-quick from im power. ²³E clap im hand for am and hiss am comot from im place."