Psalms 140

140 ¹ Rescue me, my Papa, from bad people; from di people wey dey do violence, keep me safe, ² wey dey plan bad tin for dem heart and dey stir up war di whole day. ³ Dem dey sharpen dem tongue like snake; di poison of viper dey under dem lip. Selah

⁴ Guard me, my Papa, from di hand of di wicked people; keep me safe from di violent people, wey plan to trip me make I fall. ⁵ Di proud people don hide trap for me; dem don spread di rope of net; for di side of di road dem don set snare for me. Selah

⁶ I tell my Papa, “Na You be my Papa.” Hear di voice of my cry wey I dey beg for mercy. ⁷ O Sovereign Papa, di strength of my salvation, You don shield my head for di day of battle. ⁸ No gree, my Papa, give di wicked people wetin dem want; no let dem plan work, if not dem go rise up. Selah

⁹ As for di head of dem wey surround me, make di trouble of dem own lip cover dem. ¹⁰ Make burning coal fall on dem; make dem throw dem inside fire, inside muddy pit, wey dem no go rise again. ¹¹ No make any person wey dey talk bad about others stay for di land; make evil hunt di violent man, blow after blow.

¹² I know say our Papa go defend di case of di people wey dey suffer, and go bring justice for di poor people. ¹³ For sure, di correct-and-holy people go give thanks to Your name; di upright people go dwell for Your presence.