Psalms 109

109 ¹ O Papa wey I dey praise, no keep quiet, ² bicos wicked and deceitful mouth don open against me; dem dey talk against me with lying tongue. ³ With words of hatred dem surround me, and dem dey attack me for notin. ⁴ For pay of my love dem dey accuse me, but I give myself to prayer. ⁵ Dem pay me bad-bad for good, and hatred for my love.

⁶ Put wicked man against am; make accuser stand for im right hand. ⁷ Wen dem judge am, make e come out guilty; make im prayer turn sin. ⁸ Make im days few; make anoda person take im office. ^a a v8 Peter use dis verse for Judas Iscariot wen di apostles choose Matthias to replace am — Acts 1:20. ⁹ Make im pikin dem no get papa, and make im wife be widow. ¹⁰ Make im pikin dem waka about and dey beg, dem drive dem comot from dia broken house. ¹¹ Make di person wey e owe seize evritin wey e get; make stranger dem carry di fruit of im labor. ¹² Make nobody show am kindness, to am, and make nobody pity im pikin dem wey no get papa. ¹³ Make im pikin-pikin dem cut off; make dem rub dia name comot for di next generation. ¹⁴ Make dem remember di iniquity of im papa dem before our Papa, and make dem no rub di sin of im mama comot. ¹⁵ Make dia sin dem dey before our Papa all di time, so dat e go wipe dia memory comot for di earth.

¹⁶ Bicos e no remember to show kindness, but e dey chase di poor and needy and di person wey heart don break, to kill dem. ¹⁷ E love curse; make e come back for im head. E no take joy for blessing; make e stay far from am. ¹⁸ E wear curse like im cloth; make e soak enter im body like water, like oil enter im bone. ¹⁹ Make e be like cloth wey e wrap round imself, like belt wey e dey wear all di time. ²⁰ Make dis be di reward of di people wey dey accuse me from our Papa, di people wey dey talk bad against my soul.

²¹ But you, O Sovereign Papa, do me good bicos of your name; bicos your love wey no dey change dey good, deliver me. ²² Bicos I be poor and needy, and my heart don wound inside me. ²³ I dey fade like shadow for evening; dem shake me comot like locust. ²⁴ My knee dem weak bicos of fasting; my body don lean and dry. ²⁵ I don turn to somtin wey di people wey dey accuse me dey scorn; wen dem see me, dem dey shake dia head.

²⁶ Help me, O my Papa; save me according to your love wey no dey change, ²⁷ Make dem know say na your hand be dis, say na you, my Papa, do am. ²⁸ Make dem curse, but you go bless. Wen dem rise up dem go shame, but your servant go dey rejoice. ²⁹ Make di people wey dey accuse me wear disgrace; make dem wrap dia shame round demself like robe.

³⁰ With my mouth I go give plenty thanks to our Papa; for di middle of di crowd I go praise am. ³¹ Bicos e dey stand for di right hand of di person wey dey need, to save am from di people wey dey condemn im soul.