Cry Wey Comot For Inside Dust
Prayer of person wey dey suffer, wen im tire finish and im pour out im cry-cry for front of our Papa.
Sick man prayer: days wey be like smoke, bones wey dey burn, ashes as bread, e dey awake for night like one sparrow wey dey alone for roof. For half-way e stop to describe imself, e turn to how Zion go build again, and to Papa wey go last pass di heavens wey dey wear out like cloth.
102 1Hear my prayer, our Papa; make my cry for help reach you. 2No hide your face from me for di day wey trouble catch me. Turn your ear come my side; for di day wey I call, answer me quick-quick.
3Bicos my days dey vanish like smoke, and my bones dey burn like fire-place. 4My heart don knock down and dry like grass; I sef don forget to chop my food. 5Bicos of di way I dey groan, I don waste finish, na only skin and bones remain. 6I be like desert owl for di wilderness, like owl wey dey among di broken-down place. a a v6 Di desert owl and di owl wey dey among di broken-down place na birds of place wey people don leave, place wey don turn waste — strong picture of complete loneliness and abandonment. 7I dey lie down, sleep no dey come; I don be like one lonely sparrow wey dey on top roof. 8Di whole day my enemies dey mock me; dem wey dey vex against me dey use my name take curse. 9Bicos I dey chop ashes like bread, and I dey mix my drink with tears, 10bicos of your anger and your wrath; bicos you lift me up and throway me comot. 11My days be like shadow wey dey long go, and I dey dry like grass.
12But you, our Papa, dey sidon for your throne forever; your name dey stand for all generations. 13You go rise up and your belle go pain you for Zion, bicos e don reach time to show am favour; di time wey you set don come. 14Bicos your servants dey happy with her stones, and dem belle dey pain dem for her dust. 15Di nations go fear di name of our Papa, and all di kings of di earth go fear your glory. 16Bicos our Papa go build Zion up; e go show imsef for im glory. 17E go listen to di prayer of dem wey no get anything, and e no go despise dem begging.
18Make dem write dis one for generation wey dey come, so dat people wey never even dey born go fit praise our Papa: 19dat e look down from im holy high place; from heaven our Papa look di earth well-well, 20to hear di groaning of di prisoner, to set free dem wey dem don judge to die, 21so dat dem go announce di name of our Papa for Zion, and im praise for Jerusalem, 22wen di peoples and di kingdoms gather togeda to worship our Papa.
23E don break my strength for di road; e don cut my days short. 24So I talk say, “My Papa, no carry me comot for di middle of my life—you wey your years dey stand through all generations. 25Long time ago you lay di foundations of di earth, and di heavens na di work of your hands. b b v25 Hebrews 1:10-12 take dis words apply am to Jesus — our Oga Jesus, di eternal Pikin wey our Papa take am make all things. 26Dem go perish, but you go remain; all of dem go wear out like cloth. You go change dem like cloth, and dem go pass away. 27But you na di same, and your years no go ever end. 28Di children of your servants go dwell for safety, and dem pikin-dem go stand firm for your front.”
