Àwọn Ẹsẹ Bíbélì Tí Ọ̀pọ̀ Èèyàn Mọ Psalms 23

Pín

I jel down between the mountains where mullering hangs over the tan like a cloud, but I ain't trashed of no wafedipen, because tutti's adoi with mandi. With a tikni kosh and a bori kosh, you make me feel safe.

The Rai, mi-Duvvel is my bokkengro. He dels mandi all I need.

Tatchipen, I shall get komoben and kushtipen sor the divvuses 'dre my jivapen. I shall atch in mi Duvvel's ker forever.

He kers mandi to atch in green puvs. He kurs me alongside shukar pani. He kers mandi kushti. He brings me along the kushti drom, and everyone dels him a kushti nav.