For di director of music. Follow di sheminith. Na psalm wey David write.
12 1 Help us, our Papa, because di faithful people don finish; di people wey dey loyal don disappear from among di children of mankind. 2 Everybody dey lie give im neighbor; dem dey talk with lip wey dey sweet-mouth and heart wey divide two. 3 Make our Papa cut off all di lips wey dey sweet-mouth and every tongue wey dey brag big-big things, 4 dem wey dey talk say, “With our tongue we go win; na our own lips be dis — who be oga on top us?”
5 “Because dem dey rob di poor people, because di needy dey groan, na now I go stand up,” na so our Papa talk. “I go carry di one wey dey long for am go safe place.”
6 Di words of our Papa na pure words, na silver wey dem refine for furnace wey dem dig for ground, wey dem clean seven times. 7 You, our Papa, go keep di needy people safe; you go guard us from dis generation forever. 8 Di wicked people dey waka up and down for every side wen dem dey raise up wetin bad among di children of mankind.
