My Papa, My Strength
For di director of music. Na David own, di servant of our Papa, wey sing dis words to our Papa for di day wey He rescue am from all im enemies and from di hand of Saul.
After e escape from Saul, David tell the whole story. E dey drown inside the rope of death, and im cry bring im Papa come down from sky on top wind, inside smoke and hail, to pull am comot from deep water and set am for high place.
18 1I love You, my Papa, my strength. 2My Papa na my rock and my strong place and di One wey dey save me; my Papa, my rock, na for inside Am I dey hide, my shield, and di strength wey dey save me, my strong tower. 3I call my Papa, wey deserve make dem praise Am, and dem save me from my enemies.
4Di ropes of death surround me; di flood of destruction cover me finish. 5Di ropes of di grave tie me; di trap of death stand for my front. 6For inside my trouble I call my Papa; na to my Papa I cry for help. From im temple He hear my voice, and my cry reach im ears.
7Den di earth shake and dey waka waka; di foundation of di mountains shake and dey tremble, 8Smoke comot from im nose, and fire wey dey chop everything from im mouth; coals wey dey burn red comot from Am. 9He bend di heavens come down low; thick darkness dey under im feet. 10He ride for one cherub and fly; He glide on di wings of di wind. 11He make darkness im covering, im tent wey surround Am—dark water and thick clouds of di sky. 12Out of di brightness wey dey im front im clouds burst comot, with hailstone and coals of fire. 13My Papa also thunder for di heavens, and di Most High raise im voice, with hailstones and coals of fire. 14He send out im arrows and scatter dem; He throw lightning and make dem run comot. 15Den di channels of di sea show, and di foundation of di world open for di time wey you rebuke, my Papa, for di blast of di breath of your nose.
16He reach down from up high come hold me; he pull me comot from di big-big water. 17He rescue me from my powerful enemy, from di people wey hate me, because dem too strong for me. 18Dem stand for my front for di day of my disaster, but my Papa na my support. 19He bring me comot go wide open place; He rescue me, because I sweet Am for eye.
20My Papa treat me according to my correct-and-holy way; according to how my hands clean He reward me. 21Because I don keep di ways of my Papa, and I no turn back from my Papa to do wickedness. 22Because all im rules dey my front, and I no put im laws for side. 23I no get blame for im front, and I keep myself from doing wrong. 24So my Papa don reward me according to my correct-and-holy way, according to how my hands clean for im sight.
25For di person wey faithful You show Yourself faithful; for di person wey no get blame You show Yourself blameless; 26for di person wey pure You show Yourself pure, but for di person wey crooked You show Yourself sharp pass am. 27Because You dey save people wey humble deirself, 28Because na You dey light my lamp; my Papa dey light my darkness. 29Because with You I fit rush enter one army, and with my Papa I fit jump cross wall.
30As for my Papa—im way perfect; di word of my Papa dey prove true; na shield e be for everybody wey run hide inside am. 31Because who be our Papa if no be my Papa? And who be rock if no be our Papa? 32Na my Papa dey arm me with strength and e dey make my way blameless. 33He make my feet like di feet of deer and e set me for safe place for di high places. 34He train my hands for battle, so dat my arms fit bend bow of bronze. 35You don give me di shield of Your salvation; your right hand dey support me, and your gentleness don make me great. 36You make wide place for my steps under me, and my feet no dey slip.
37I chase my enemies and catch dem; I no turn back until dem finish. 38I knock dem down so dat dem no fit rise; dem fall under my feet. 39You arm me with strength for di battle; you make di people wey rise against me fall under my feet. 40You make my enemies turn deir back give me, and dem wey hate me I destroy. 41Dem cry for help, but nobody dey to save; dem cry to my Papa, but e no answer dem. 42I beat dem fine fine like dust wey wind dey carry; I pour dem out like di mud for street. 43You deliver me from di quarrel of di people; you make me di head of di nations; people wey I no know before dey serve me now. 44Once dem hear about me, dem obey me; foreigners dey come bow for me with fear. 45Foreigners lose heart and dem come out from dia strong place dey shake.
46My Papa dey live! Blessing be to my rock, and make dem lift up di Papa wey dey save me, 47di Papa wey dey give me justice and dey put people under me, 48wey rescue me from my enemies. Yes, you lift me up pass di people wey rise against me; you deliver me from di violent man. 49Because of dis I go praise You, my Papa, among di nations, and I go sing praise to your name.
50He dey give big victory to im king, and e dey show covenant love to di one wey e anoint, to David and im children forever.
