My Papa, My Strength
For di director of music. Of David, di servant of our Papa, wey sing dis words to our Papa for di day wey e rescue am from all im enemies and from di hand of Saul.
18 1 I love you, my Papa, my strength. 2 My Papa na my rock and my fortress and di One wey dey deliver me; my Papa, my rock, wey I dey hide inside, my shield, and my saving strength, my stronghold. 3 I dey call my Papa, wey deserve praise, and dem save me from my enemies.
4 Di cords of death surround me; di flood of destruction overpower me. 5 Di cords of di grave tie me; di trap of death stand my front. 6 For my trouble I call my Papa; to my Papa I cry for help. From im temple e hear my voice, and my cry reach im ears.
7 Den di earth shake and rock; di foundations of di mountains tremble and shake, because e vex. 8 Smoke comot from im nose, and fire wey dey chop everything comot from im mouth; coals wey dey burn red blaze comot from am. 9 E bend di heavens low come down; thick darkness dey under im feet. 10 E ride ontop cherub fly; e glide ontop di wings of di wind. 11 E make darkness im covering, im tent wey surround am — dark waters and thick clouds of di sky. 12 Comot from di brightness wey dey im front im clouds break through, with hailstones and coals of fire. 13 My Papa thunder for di heavens, and di Most High raise im voice, with hailstones and coals of fire. 14 E shoot im arrows scatter dem; e throw lightning chase dem run. 15 Den di bottom of di sea show, and di foundations of di world open bare for your rebuke, my Papa, for di blast of di breath of your nose.
16 E reach down from up high hold me; e pull me comot from di mighty waters. 17 E rescue me from my powerful enemy, from dem wey hate me, because dem too strong for me. 18 Dem stand my front for di day of my disaster, but my Papa na my support. 19 E bring me comot go wide place; e rescue me, because e happy with me.
20 My Papa treat me according to my correct-and-holy way; according to di cleanness of my hands e reward me. 21 Because I don keep di ways of my Papa, and I no turn comot from my Papa go do wickedness. 22 Because all im rules dey my front, and I no throway im laws. 23 I no get blame for im front, and I keep myself from wrongdoing. 24 So my Papa don reward me according to my correct-and-holy way, according to di cleanness of my hands for im sight.
25 With di person wey dey faithful you dey show yourself faithful; with di person wey no get blame you dey show yourself no-blame; 26 with di person wey pure you dey show yourself pure, but with di crooked person you dey show yourself sharp. 27 Because you dey save di people wey dey humble, but di proud eyes you dey bring dem down. 28 Because na you dey light my lamp; my Papa dey brighten my darkness. 29 Because with you I fit rush enter army, and with my Papa I fit jump cross wall.
30 As for my Papa — im way perfect; di word of my Papa dey true; e be shield for all wey dey hide inside am. 31 Because who be our Papa if no be my Papa? And who be rock if no be our Papa? 32 Na my Papa dey arm me with strength and dey make my way no get blame. 33 E make my feet like di feet of deer and put me stand strong for di high places. 34 E dey train my hands for war, so that my arms fit bend bow wey be bronze. 35 You don give me di shield of your salvation; your right hand dey support me, and your gentle way don make me great. 36 You dey make wide place for my steps under me, and my feet no dey slip.
37 I chase my enemies catch dem; I no turn back until dem finish. 38 I strike dem down so dem no fit rise; dem fall under my feet. 39 You arm me with strength for di war; you make dem wey rise against me fall under my feet. 40 You make my enemies turn dem back run from me, and dem wey hate me I destroy. 41 Dem cry for help, but nobody dey to save; dem cry to my Papa, but e no answer dem. 42 I beat dem fine like dust wey wind dey blow; I pour dem comot like di mud for street. 43 You deliver me from di fight of di people; you make me di head of di nations; people wey I no know before dey serve me now. 44 As soon as dem hear about me, dem dey obey me; strangers dey come bow for me. 45 Strangers lose heart and dey come out of dem hiding place, dem body dey shake.
46 My Papa dey alive! Blessed be my rock, and make dem lift up di Papa wey dey save me — 47 di Papa wey dey give me justice and dey put people under me, 48 wey rescue me from my enemies. Yes, you lift me above dem wey rise against me; you deliver me from di violent man. 49 For dis I go praise you, my Papa, among di nations, and sing praises to your name.
50 E dey give big victory to im king, and e dey show Covenant love to im anointed, to David and im children forever.
