Psalms 143

143 ¹ My Papa, hear my prayer; listen to my cry for mercy; answer me for your faithfulness, for your correct-and-holy way. ² No bring your servant come judgment, because no person wey dey alive dey correct-and-holy for your front. ^a a v2 Paul take dis line teach say no person fit come correct with our Papa by im own record — na only through to trust Jesus. ³ Because di enemy don chase my soul; e don crush my life reach ground; e don make me dey stay for darkness like people wey don die tay-tay. ⁴ My spirit dey weak inside me; my heart inside me don scatter with fear. ⁵ I dey remember di days wey pass; I dey meditate on everything wey you don do; I dey ponder di work wey your hand do. ⁶ I stretch my hand reach you; my soul thirst for you like ground wey dry finish. Selah.

⁷ Answer me quick-quick, my Papa; my spirit don fail. No hide your face from me, if not I go be like people wey dey go down inside di pit. ⁸ Make I hear about your Covenant love for morning, because na you I dey trust. Show me di way wey I suppose go, because I lift up my soul give you. ⁹ Rescue me from my enemies, my Papa; na for your side I run come hide. ¹⁰ Teach me to do wetin you want, because na you be my Papa; make your good Spirit lead me for level ground. ¹¹ For your name sake, my Papa, keep my life; for your correct-and-holy way bring my soul comot from trouble. ¹² And for your Covenant love you go cut off my enemies and destroy all di people wey be enemy to my soul, because na your servant I be.