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