A Song of di people wey dey go up to Jerusalem.
120 1 For inside my trouble I call our Papa, and E answer me.
2 Rescue me, my Papa, from mouth wey dey lie, from tongue wey dey deceive. 3 Wetin our Papa go give you, and wetin more E go add give you, you tongue wey dey deceive? 4 Sharp-sharp arrow wey soja get, with fire coal from di broom tree. a a v4 Di broom tree na desert shrub wey im charcoal dey burn hot well-well and for very long time.
5 Na wa for me, say I dey live for Meshech, say I dey stay among di tents of Kedar! b b v5 Meshech dey far for di north and Kedar dey far for di south-east inside di Arabian desert — places wey dey for opposite ends of di world wey people sabi, dem name dem together to paint life wey enemy strangers surround. 6 I don tey too much dey live among people wey hate peace. 7 I dey for peace; but wen I talk, dem dey for war.
