Psalms 22

22 ¹ My God, my God, why You take leave me? Why You dey far so from saving me, far from di groan of my pain? ^a a v1 Jesus pray di first words of dis psalm from di cross. Di whole psalm na im own — e dey move from di pain of being forsaken go reach di worship of all di nations.

² My Papa, I dey cry for daytime, but You no dey answer; for nighttime, but I no dey find rest.

³ But still, You holy, You sidon for throne on top di praises of Israel. ⁴ Na You our forefathers trust; dem trust, and You save dem. ⁵ Dem cry give You and You rescue dem; dem trust You and shame no catch dem.

⁶ But me, I be worm, no be person, people dey scorn me and di people dey despise me. ⁷ Everybody wey see me dey mock me; dem dey throw insult, dey shake dem head: ⁸ E dey trust God; make God rescue am. Make our Papa save am, since our Papa take joy for am.

⁹ But na You bring me comot for womb; You make me trust You for my mama breast. ¹⁰ From di day dem born me, dem hand me give You; from my mama womb, na You be my Papa.

¹¹ No dey far from me, because trouble dey near and nobody dey to help.

¹² Plenty bull don surround me; strong bull of Bashan don circle me. ¹³ Like lion wey dey roar dey tear im prey, dem open dem mouth wide against me. ¹⁴ Dem don pour me comot like water, and all my bone don comot for im joint. My heart don turn to wax; e dey melt inside me. ¹⁵ My power don dry like clay wey sun bake, and my tongue stick for di top of my mouth; You lay me for di dust of death.

¹⁶ Dog don surround me; gang of bad people don circle me; dem don pierce my hand and my leg. ^b b v16 Dem write dis one one thousand years before people start to dey crucify person, but dis tori — di hand and leg wey dem pierce, and di cloth wey dem share wey follow — come happen for di cross of Jesus. ¹⁷ I fit count all my bone; people dey look me sotay, dey enjoy my trouble. ¹⁸ Dem share my cloth among demself and throw dice for my wear.

¹⁹ But You, my Papa, no dey far; na You be my power — come quick-quick come help me. ²⁰ Save my life from di sword, my precious life from di power of di dog dem. ²¹ Rescue me from di mouth of di lion; from di horn of di wild ox, You don answer me. ^c c v21 Na here di psalm turn: di way e sharp-sharp change to don-happen talk — “You don answer me” — dey show say faith dey strong, say God don already respond.

²² I go announce Your name give my brothers; for inside di gathering I go praise You. ^d d v22 Di New Testament put dis verse for Jesus mouth — di Pikin wey rise from death dey announce di Papa name among di brothers and sisters wey shame no dey catch am to call im own. ²³ Una wey dey fear our Papa, praise am! All una wey be di children of Jacob, honor am! Make una tremble for im front, all una wey be di seed of Israel! ²⁴ Because e no despise or scorn di suffer of di person wey dey suffer; e no hide im face from am, but e listen to im cry for help.

²⁵ Na from You my praise dey come for inside di big gathering; for front of dem wey dey fear am, I go do di promise wey I make. ²⁶ Di people wey dey suffer go chop and belle-full; dem wey dey find our Papa go praise am — make una heart dey live forever!

²⁷ All di ends of di earth go remember and turn come our Papa, and all di families of di nations go bow down for im front. ²⁸ Because na our Papa get di kingship, and na im dey rule over di nations.

²⁹ All di rich people of di earth go feast and worship; all dem wey dey go down to di dust go kneel for im front — dem wey no fit keep demself alive. ³⁰ Im children go serve am; dem go tell di generations wey dey come about di Sovereign Papa. ³¹ Dem go come announce im correct-and-holy way to people wey never born — because our Papa don do dis one.