1 Den Job ansa back Bildad lidis:
2 “How long you guys goin make me suffa,
3 Ten times awready you guys talk bad fo make me come shame,
4 Az not true dat I jam up.
5 If az true dat you guys tink you mo betta den me,
6 Den you guys gotta know dis:
7 “Eh! No matta I yell, ‘He killing me!’
8 God block my road, so I no can pass.
9 God rip off all da respeck I get,
10 God bus me up all ova, till I almos mahke,
11 He stay real huhu wit me.
12 Jalike his guys dat raid come afta me.
13 “God make my braddahs go far from me.
14 My ohana no stay hea no moa.
15 Da peopo dat visit me
16 I tell my worka guy fo come, but he no come.
17 My wife no like stay nea me cuz a my haunas breat.
18 Even da small kids ack jalike I no good.
19 All da guys I wen trus wen we talk befo time,
20 My bones real weak, dey stick to my skin an muscle.
21 “Eh, you guys! You my frenz, aah?
22 God, he stay chase me!
23 “I like somebody write down wat I tell.
24 I like somebody write um wit one iron tool
25 Fo me, I know da one dat goin help me fo shua stay alive,
26 An even afta my skin stay all wipe out
27 I da one goin see him!
28 “If you guys tell, ‘Us gotta go afta Job an make him lissen!
29 You guys gotta stay sked dat somebody goin kill you guys wit dea sword!