Psalms 108

108 ¹ My heart steady, my Papa; I go sing and make music with everything wey I be. ² Wake up, harp and lyre! I go wake di dawn. ³ I go praise you for inside di people dem, my Papa; I go make music give you for inside di nations. ⁴ Because your Covenant love big well-well, e high pass di heavens, and your true-true faithfulness reach di skies.

⁵ Make dem lift you up high, my Papa, pass di heavens, and make your glory dey over di whole earth. ⁶ Save us with your right hand and answer me, so dat di people wey you love fit comot for trouble.

⁷ Our Papa don talk for inside im holiness: “With victory I go share Shechem and measure di Valley of Succoth.” ⁸ Gilead na my own, Manasseh na my own; Ephraim na my helmet, Judah na my scepter.

⁹ Moab na my washing-bowl; I throw my sandal for Edom on top; over Philistia I dey shout for victory.

¹⁰ Who go carry me go di city wey get strong wall? Who go lead me go Edom? ¹¹ No be you, our Papa, wey before reject us, and no dey comot again with our army dem? ¹² Give us help against di enemy, because man im rescue no get power. ¹³ With our Papa we go win di victory, and e go crush our enemy dem for ground.