I Stretch My Hands Reach You
Na psalm wey David write.
Dem dey hunt am, dem don crush am enter ground, e beg make dem no bring am for judgment, because nobody wey dey alive dey righteous before im Papa. E dey remember old works so e fit survive di present, and e ask for two tins: word for morning, and level ground.
143 1My Papa, hear my prayer; listen to as I dey beg for mercy; answer me for your faithfulness, for your correct-and-holy way. 2No carry your servant come judgment, because nobody wey dey alive dey correct-and-holy for your front. a a v2 Paul take dis line teach say nobody fit come correct with our Papa by dem own record — na only through trusting Jesus. 3Because di enemy don pursue my soul; e don crush my life for ground; e don make me dey stay for darkness like people wey don die tey. 4My spirit dey faint inside me; my heart wey dey inside me don dey fear well well. 5I dey remember di days wey don pass; I dey think well well about everything wey you don do; I dey ponder di work wey your hand do. 6I stretch my hand reach you; my soul dey thirst for you like dry land.
7Answer me quick quick, my Papa; my spirit don weak. No hide your face from me, if not I go be like people wey dey go down enter grave. 8Make I hear about your Covenant love for morning, because na you I trust. Show me di way wey I suppose go, because I lift up my soul give you. 9Rescue me from my enemies, my Papa; I don run come you for cover. 10Teach me to do wetin you want, because na you be my Papa; make your good Spirit lead me for level ground. 11For your name sake, my Papa, keep my life; for your correct-and-holy way carry my soul comot from trouble. 12And for your Covenant love you go cut off my enemies and destroy all di people wey be enemy of my soul, because na your servant I be.
