2 Samuel 22

22 ¹David talk dis song words give our Papa for di day wey our Papa rescue am from di hand of all im enemies, and from di hand of Saul. ²Im talk say: My Papa na my rock, my fortress, di one wey dey rescue me. ³My Papa, my rock, wey I dey hide inside, my shield and di power of my salvation, my strong place and my hiding place, my savior—na You dey save me from wickedness. ⁴I dey call my Papa, wey deserve praise, and dem save me from my enemies. ⁵Bikos di waves of death cover me; di flood of destruction make me fear. ⁶Di ropes of di grave tie me; di trap of death stand for my front. ⁷For my trouble I call my Papa; I cry give my God make E help me. From im temple E hear my voice, and my cry reach im ears. ⁸Den di earth shake and quake; di foundations of di heavens tremble and shake, bikos vex catch am. ⁹Smoke comot from im nose, and fire wey dey chop everytin comot from im mouth; burning coal dey blaze from am. ¹⁰E open di heavens come down, wit dark cloud for under im feet. ¹¹E climb one cherub come fly; E soar for di wings of di wind. ¹²E make darkness im covering wey surround am—di dark rain cloud of di sky. ¹³From di brightness wey dey im front, coal of fire blaze. ¹⁴My Papa thunder from heaven; di Most High raise im voice. ¹⁵E shoot im arrows come scatter im enemies, E throway lightning come scata dem. ¹⁶Di bottom of di sea show, di foundations of di world open bare, for di rebuke of my Papa, for di blow of breath from im nose. ¹⁷E reach down from up high come hold me; E pull me comot from deep water. ¹⁸E rescue me from my powerful enemy, from di people wey hate me wey strong pass me. ¹⁹Dem stand for my front for di day of my disaster, but my Papa na di one wey hold me up. ²⁰E bring me comot go wide place; E rescue me bikos I sweet am for eye. ²¹My Papa do me according to my correct-and-holy way; according to how my hand clean E pay me back. ²²Bikos I don keep di ways of my Papa; I no comot from my God for wicked way. ²³All im judgments dey my front; I no turn comot from im laws. ²⁴I no get blame for im front, and I keep myself clear from my guilt. ²⁵So my Papa pay me back according to my correct-and-holy way, according to how I clean for im eye. ²⁶To di person wey faithful, You dey show Yourself faithful; to di person wey no get blame, You dey show Yourself wey no get blame. ²⁷To di person wey clean, You dey show Yourself clean, but to di person wey crooked, You dey show Yourself sharp pass am. ²⁸You dey save di people wey dey suffer, but Your eye dey on di proud people, to bring dem down. ²⁹Bikos na You be my lamp, my Papa; E dey turn my darkness to light. ³⁰Wit You I fit rush go meet army; wit my Papa I fit jump cross wall. ³¹As for my Papa, im way perfect; di word of my Papa no get any fault. E be shield to everybody wey dey hide inside am. ³²Bikos who be God if no be our Papa? And who be rock except our Papa? ³³My Papa na my strong hiding place; E dey make my way no get blame. ³⁴E dey make my feet like di feet of deer and E dey put me stand tight for di high places. ³⁵E dey train my hands for war, so dat my arms fit bend bow of bronze. ³⁶You don give me di shield of Your salvation, and Your gentle way don make me big. ³⁷You dey make di road wide for under me, so dat my leg no go slip. ³⁸I chase my enemies come destroy dem; I no turn back until dem finish. ³⁹I chop dem finish and break dem so dat dem no fit rise; dem fall for under my feet. ⁴⁰You dress me wit strength for war; You make di people wey rise against me bow for under me. ⁴¹You make my enemies turn dem back dey run, and di people wey hate me, I destroy dem. ⁴²Dem look, but nobody dey to save dem—even to my Papa, but E no answer. ⁴³I grind dem fine like di dust of di earth; I crush dem and step dem like mud for street. ⁴⁴You deliver me from di fight of my people; You keep me as head of nations; people wey I no know dey serve me now. ⁴⁵Foreigners dey shake for my front; once dem hear, dem dey obey me. ⁴⁶Foreigners lose heart; dem dey come dey tremble from dem strong places. ⁴⁷My Papa dey alive! Blessing dey for my Rock! Make dem lift my Papa high, di Rock of my salvation! ⁴⁸Na my Papa be di one wey dey give me justice and dey bring di peoples down for under me. ⁴⁹E dey bring me comot from my enemies. You lift me high pass di people wey rise against me; You rescue me from di violent man. ⁵⁰Na why I go praise You among di nations, my Papa; I go sing praise to Your name. ⁵¹E dey give im king big victory and E dey show Covenant love to im anointed one, to David and im children forever.