David Run Comot From Absalom
Na psalm wey David sing, wen e run comot from Absalom im pikin.
3 1 My Papa, my enemies plenty well well! Plenty people dey rise up against me.
2 Plenty people dey talk about me say, “God no dey save am.” Selah. a a v2 Selah na musical or reflective mark wey dey scatter for di Psalms — e fit be sign say make person pause and think well about wetin dem just talk. 3 But you, my Papa, na shield wey dey surround me, my glory and di one wey dey lift my head up.
4 I dey cry loud to my Papa, and e dey answer me from im holy mountain. Selah. 5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because my Papa dey hold me up. 6 I no go fear di tens of thousands wey don set demsef against me for every side. 7 Rise up, my Papa! Save me! Because you, my Papa, don slap all my enemies for jaw; you don break di teeth of di wicked people. 8 Salvation na my Papa own. Make your blessing dey on your people. Selah.
