Job 10

¹ I don tire to dey live. Hear my bitter complain.

² God, no condemn me. Tell me wetin be the charge against me?

³ E dey right as you dey wicked to dey hate wetin you make yourself? And con laugh on top wetin the wicked people plan?

⁴ Shey you dey see things the way we dey see am?

⁵ Shey your life short like our own?

⁶ Why you con dey trace all my sin and hunt down every fault wey I get?

⁷ You know say I no dey guilty, and say nobody fit save me from you.

⁸ Na your hand form and shape me, and now the same hand dey destroy me.

⁹ Remember say na from clay you make me; shey you go crush me back to dust?

¹⁰ You give my father strength make he bring me come life; you make me grow for my mama belle.

¹¹ You form my body with bone and cover the bone with muscle and skin.

¹² You don give me life and love wey no dey change, and I dey alive because you don dey care for me.

¹³ But now I know say all that time you just dey plan to do me bad.

¹⁴ You dey watch to see if I go sin, so that you no go fit gree forgive me.

¹⁵ If I just sin, I don enter trouble with you, but when I do right, I no dey get credit. I no dey happy and shame don cover me.

¹⁶ If I get any success at all, you dey hunt me down like lion; you even dey do miracle to wound me.

¹⁷ You dey always get witness against me; your anger dey grow and grow for me; you dey always plan new attack.

¹⁸ God, why you allow make dem born me? I suppose don die before anyone see me.

¹⁹ Make I go from my mama belle straight to grave for make sense pass make I dey exist.

²⁰ Shey my life never finish? Leave me alone! Make I enjoy the time wey remain for me to live.

²¹ I dey go soon and I no go ever come back - I dey go to a land wey dark,

²² land of darkness, shadows, and confusion, where light sef na darkness.