Psalms 147

147 ¹ Hallelujah! As e good well-well to sing praise to our Papa; as e sweet and correct to praise am.

² Our Papa dey build Jerusalem up; e dey gather di Israel people wey scatter. ³ E dey heal dem wey dia heart don break and e dey tie dia wound. ⁴ E dey count di stars; e dey call every one of dem by im name. ⁵ Our Papa wey dey rule over all great, and e strong for power; im understanding pass wetin person fit measure. ⁶ Our Papa dey lift up dem wey dey humble; but e dey throw di wicked people down to ground.

⁷ Sing to our Papa with thanksgiving; make music to am for di lyre. ⁸ E dey cover di heavens with cloud; e dey send rain come di earth; e dey make grass grow for di hills. ⁹ E dey give di animals dia food, and di young raven dem when dem dey cry. ¹⁰ Im joy no dey for di power of horse, and im pleasure no dey for di leg of man. ¹¹ Our Papa heart dey happy for dem wey dey fear am, for dem wey put dia hope for im Covenant love.

¹² Praise our Papa, Jerusalem! Praise your Papa, Zion! ¹³ Because e dey make di bars of your gates strong; e dey bless your pikin dem inside your walls. ¹⁴ E dey bring peace come your borders; e dey fill you up with di best wheat. ¹⁵ E dey send im command go di earth; im word dey run quick-quick. ¹⁶ E dey give snow like wool; e dey scatter frost like ashes. ¹⁷ E dey throw im hail come down like crumb; who fit stand before im cold? ¹⁸ E dey send im word and e dey melt di ice; e dey stir im wind, and di waters dey flow. ¹⁹ E dey talk im word to Jacob, im laws and im judgments to Israel. ²⁰ E never do dis kind thing for any other nation; dem no sabi im judgments. Hallelujah!