Waka Waka For Darkness Wey No Get Light
Di man wey dey talk don dey closed in wit wall, dem don hunt am, e dey waka for darkness, and e talk say di hope wey e get from our Papa don finish. For middle, e remember one tin, mercy wey dey new every morning, and e hold am. Den sorrow come back: confession, prayer wey no fit pass, one plea against enemies.
3 1Na me be di man wey don see suffer-suffer under di rod of im vex. 2E don drive me comot, E make me waka for darkness wey no get any light. 3For true, na against me E dey turn im hand, again and again, di whole day.
4E don waste my flesh and my skin; E don break my bones. 5E don siege me, E don surround me with bitter tin and hard-hard suffer. 6E don make me stay for darkness like dem wey don die tey-tey.
7E don build wall roun me so I no fit escape; E don make my chains heavy. 8Even wen I cry out and holler for help, E lock my prayer for outside. 9E don block my road with cut stones; E don make my paths crooked.
10E be like bear wey dey wait me for corner, like lion wey dey hide. 11E drag me comot for my road, E tear me to pieces; E don make me lonely and waste. 12E bend im bow, E set me as di target for im arrow.
13E don push di arrows of im quiver enter my belle deep-deep. 14I don turn to laughing-tin for all my people, dem mocking song di whole day. 15E don fill me with bitter tin; E don soak me with bitterness.
16E don make my teeth dey grind gravel, E don push me down for dust. 17My soul don lose all peace; I don forget wetin happiness be. 18So I talk say, “My power to endure don finish, my hope from our Papa too don die.”
19Remember my suffer-suffer and my waka-waka, di bitterness and di gall! a a v19 Na di hinge of di book be dis. Afta e beg our Papa make E remember im suffer, di poet turn for di next breath to wetin imself go remember — and e find mercy wey dey new every morning. 20My soul dey remember am well-well, and e bow down for inside me. 21But dis one I dey call to my mind, na im make I still get hope:
22Di Covenant love of our Papa no dey ever finish; im mercy no dey ever end; 23e dey new every morning; big na your faithfulness. 24“Our Papa na all wey I need,” na so my soul talk, “na im make I go put my hope for am.”
25Our Papa good to dem wey dey wait for am, to di soul wey dey seek am. 26E good make person wait quiet-quiet for di salvation of our Papa. 27E good for man make e carry di yoke wen e still young.
28Make e sit alone for silence wen dem put am on top am; 29make e put im mouth for di dust—hope fit still dey; b b v29 To put person mouth for di dust na ancient way to show complete humble-self and to surrender before God. 30make e give im cheek to di one wey dey beat am, and make dem fill am with insult.
31Bicos di Sovereign Papa no go throway person forever. 32Even doh E dey cause grief, im belle go dey pain am, according to di plenty of im Covenant love; 33bicos no be from im heart E dey make people suffer or grieve. c c v33 Na here be di turning point of di whole book: our Papa no dey wound person from im heart. Im judgment na real tin, but no be wetin E dey enjoy — im tender mercy wey dey pain belle dey always last pass im discipline.
34To crush all di prisoners of di earth under foot, 35to deny man im justice for di sight of di Most High, 36to cheat man for im case—di Sovereign Papa no dey gree with am.
37Who talk tin and e happen, if no be say di Sovereign Papa command am? 38No be from di mouth of di Most High both bad tin and good tin 39Why person wey dey alive go dey complain about di punishment for im sins?
40Make we check and test our ways, and make we return to our Papa! 41Make we lift up our hearts and our hands to our Papa for heaven: 42“We don sin, we don rebel, and You never forgive.
43You don wrap Yourself with anger, You don chase us, You dey kill without pity; 44You don wrap Yourself with cloud so dat no prayer fit pass reach You. 45You don make us turn to rubbish and dirty tin among di people.
46All our enemies dey open dem mouth against us; 47fear and pit-hole don come on us, waste and destruction.” 48My eyes dey flow with river of water bicos of di destruction of my people.
49My eyes go dey flow without stop, without rest, 50until our Papa look down and see from heaven. 51Wetin my eyes dey see dey grief my soul, bicos of wetin happen to all di daughters of my city.
52Dem hunt me like bird, dem wey be my enemies for no reason; 53dem throw me alive enter pit, and dem throw stones on top me; 54water cover my head; I talk say, “I don lost.”
55I call your name, my Papa, from di deep-deep of di pit; 56You hear my cry: “No block your ear from my cry for help!”
57You come near for di day wey I call You; You talk say, “No fear!”
58You don take up my case, Sovereign Papa; You don redeem my life. 59You don see di wrong wey dem do to me, my Papa; judge my case. 60You don see all dem revenge, all dem plot against me.
61You don hear dem insult, my Papa, all dem plot against me, 62di lips and thoughts of dem wey dey attack me against me di whole day. 63Watch dem every move; na me be di object of dem mocking song.
64You go pay dem back, my Papa, according to di work of dem hands. 65You go give dem hard heart; your curse go dey on top dem. 66You go chase dem with anger and destroy dem from under di heavens of our Papa.
