Psalms 109

109 ¹O Papa of my praise, no keep quiet, ²because wicked and lying mouth don open against me; dem dey talk against me with tongue wey full of lie. ³With word of hate dem surround me, and dem dey attack me for nothing. ⁴For pay back of my love dem dey accuse me, but I give myself to prayer. ⁵Dem dey pay me evil for good, and hate for my love.

⁶Put wicked man against am; make accuser stand for im right hand. ⁷When dem judge am, make e come out guilty; make im prayer turn to sin. ⁸Make im days be small; make anoda person take im office. ^a a v8 Peter take dis verse talk about Judas Iscariot when di apostle dem choose Matthias to replace am — Acts 1:20. ⁹Make im pikin dem no get papa, and make im wife be widow. ¹⁰Make im pikin dem waka about and dey beg, dem drive dem comot from dia house wey don spoil. ¹¹Make di person wey e owe grab everytin wey e get; make stranger dem carry away di fruit of im labor. ¹²Make nobody dey to show am kindness, and make nobody dey to pity im pikin dem wey no get papa. ¹³Make im children children dem be cut off; make dia name be wipe comot for di generation wey dey come. ¹⁴Make di guilt of im papa dem dey remember before our Papa, and make di sin of im mama no be wipe comot. ¹⁵Make dia sin dem dey before our Papa all di time, so that e fit wipe dia memory comot from di earth.

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

²¹But you, O Sovereign Papa, do me kindness because of your name; because your Covenant love good, deliver me. ²²Because I be poor and needy, and my heart don wound inside me. ²³I dey fade like shadow for evening; dem shake me comot like locust. ²⁴My knee dem weak from fasting; my body don dry and thin. ²⁵I don turn to somtin wey my accuser dem dey scorn; when dem see me, dem dey shake dia head.

²⁶Help me, O my Papa; save me according to your Covenant love. ²⁷Make dem know say na your hand be dis, say na you, my Papa, do am. ²⁸Make dem curse, but you go bless. When dem rise up dem go shame, but your servant go rejoice. ²⁹Make my accuser dem wear disgrace like cloth; make dem wrap dia shame round demself like robe.

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