Psalms 144

144 ¹ Make dem bless my Papa, my rock, wey dey train my hand for war, my finger for battle— ² my Covenant love and my strong tower, my hiding place and the One wey dey rescue me, my shield wey I dey run go hide, wey dey put people under me.

³ My Papa, wetin be man wey You go take notice am, the pikin of man wey You go dey think am? ⁴ Man be like breath; im days be like shadow wey dey pass go.

⁵ My Papa, bend Your heaven come down; touch the mountains, and dem go dey smoke. ⁶ Flash Your lightning scatter dem; shoot Your arrows chase dem comot. ⁷ Stretch Your hand from up there; rescue me and deliver me from the mighty waters, from the hand of foreigners, ⁸ wey dem mouth dey talk lie and dem right hand dey swear falsely.

⁹ My Papa, I go sing new song to You; on ten-string harp I go make music to You, ¹⁰ to the One wey dey give victory to kings, wey dey rescue David im servant from the wicked sword.

¹¹ Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, wey dem mouth dey talk lie and dem right hand dey swear falsely.

¹² Then our sons go be like plants wey grow tall for dem youth, our daughters like corner pillars wey dem carve for palace. ¹³ Our barns go full, dey supply every kind of harvest; our flocks go increase by thousands, by tens of thousands for our fields; ¹⁴ our cattle go heavy with belle, with no wall wey dem break, no going into captivity, and no cry of trouble for our streets. ¹⁵ Blessed na the people wey get such things; blessed na the people wey get our Papa as dem own.