Psalms 28

28 ¹ Na you, my Papa, I dey call; my Rock, no close ear for me, because if you keep quiet for me, I go come be like people wey dey go down for pit.

² Hear as I dey beg you for mercy wen I dey cry give you make you help me, wen I lift up my hand toward your holy sanctuary.

³ No drag me comot with di wicked people, with dem wey dey do evil, wey dey talk sweet word give dia neighbour while evil dey inside dia heart. ⁴ Pay dem back according to wetin dem do, according to dia evil work; pay dem back according to di work of dia hand; bring back for dem wetin dem deserve. ⁵ Because dem no send anytin for di work of my Papa or for di work of im hand, e go tear dem down and e no go ever build dem up.

⁶ Make dem praise our Papa, because e don hear as I dey beg am for mercy. ⁷ My Papa na my strength and my shield; my heart dey trust am, and e dey help me. My heart dey jump for joy, and with my song I dey give am thanks.

⁸ My Papa na di strength of im people; na im be di saving stronghold of di one wey e don anoint. ⁹ Save your people and bless your inheritance; shepherd dem and carry dem forever.