For Middle of Dem Wey Hate Peace
Song wey dem dey sing as dem dey go up to Jerusalem.
One traveller don tire to live among people wey dey answer im talk of peace with war. E complain to we Papa about lying tongues, di answer come as picture of warrior arrows and burning coals, and e name im exile: Meshech, di tents of Kedar.
120 1For inside my trouble I call our Papa, and e answer me.
2Rescue me, my Papa, from mouth wey dey lie, from tongue wey dey deceive. 3Wetin our Papa go give you, and wetin more e go add give you, you tongue wey dey deceive? 4Soldier im sharp-sharp arrow, wit hot burning coal from di broom tree. a a v4 Di broom tree na desert bush wey im charcoal dey burn hot wella and for very long time.
5Wahala plenty for me, say I dey live for Meshech, say I dey stay for middle of di tents of Kedar! b b v5 Meshech dey far for di north and Kedar dey far for di south-east for inside di Arabia desert — places wey dey opposite end of di world wey people sabi, dem call dem togeda to paint life wey enemy strangers surround. 6I don live too long for middle of dem wey hate peace. 7I be for peace; but wen I talk, dem be for war.
