Silver Wey Dem Refine Seven Times
For di director of music. According to di sheminith. Na psalm of David.
Faithful people don disappear and everybody dey flatter with heart wey divide. The psalmist beg make dem cut off tongue wey dey boast, and e get answer: because the needy dey groan, we Papa talk say e go rise. Im word na silver wey dem refine seven times.
12 1Help us, our Papa, because di faithful people don finish; di loyal ones don disappear from among di children of humanity. 2Everybody dey lie to im neighbour; dem dey talk with lips wey dey sweet-mouth and heart wey divide for two. 3Make our Papa cut off all di lips wey dey sweet-mouth and every tongue wey dey brag big-big things, 4dem wey dey talk say, “With our tongue we go win; our lips na our own—who be oga on top us?”
5“Because dem dey rob di poor people, because di needy dey groan, I go rise up now,” na so our Papa talk. “I go bring di one wey dey long for am go safe place.”
6Di words of our Papa na pure words, silver wey dem refine for furnace of ground, wey dem purify seven times. 7You, our Papa, go keep di needy people safe; you go guard us from dis generation forever. 8Di wicked people dey waka round on every side wen dem dey lift up di dirty things among di children of humanity.
