Creation Dey Talk
For di director of music. Na psalm wey David sing.
Two witness wey join together. Sun and sky dey talk without word reach end of the earth; then we Papa im instruction dey talk clear, sweet pass honey from honeycomb. After e don hear the two, the psalmist beg make dem clean am from fault wey e no fit see.
19 1Di heavens dey announce di glory of our Papa; di skies dey proclaim di work wey im hand do. 2Day after day dem dey pour out dia words; night after night dem dey reveal knowledge. 3No speech dey, no words dey—dem no dey ever hear dia voice. 4But still, dia voice dey go out reach di whole earth, dia words reach di end of di world. For di heavens, im don pitch tent for di sun, 5wey be like bridegroom wey dey comot from im room, like champion wey dey rejoice to run im race. 6E dey rise from one end of di heavens, and im circuit dey reach di oda end; nothing dey hide from im heat.
7Di law of our Papa perfect, e dey refresh di soul; di testimony of our Papa dey trustworthy, e dey make simple person wise. 8Di precepts of our Papa correct, dem dey give di heart joy; di commandment of our Papa dey shine, e dey give di eyes light. 9Di fear of our Papa pure, e dey last forever; di judgments of our Papa na true-true, and dem all na correct-and-holy way. 10Dem dey sweet pass gold, even pass di finest gold; dem sweet pass honey, pass honey wey comot from di comb. 11Dem dey warn your servant; to keep dem dey bring plenty reward.
12Who fit sabi im own mistake? Wash me clean from my hidden faults. 13Keep your servant too from sins wey person dey do on purpose; make dem no rule over me. Den I go dey blameless, clean from big rebellion.
14Make di words of my mouth and di meditation of my heart dey please you for your sight, my Papa, my rock and my redeemer.
