Psalms 140

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

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

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

⁹As for di head of dem wey surround me, make di trouble wey dia own lips talk cover dem. ¹⁰Make burning coal fall on top dem; make dem throw dem inside fire, inside muddy pit, make dem no rise again. ¹¹Make no gossip-person stand strong for di land; make evil hunt di violent man down, blow upon blow.

¹²I know sey our Papa go fight for di one wey dem dey suffer and go bring justice for di one wey dey need am. ¹³For true, di correct-and-holy people go give thanks to Your name;