Psalms 30

30 ¹ I go lift you high, my Papa, because you pull me up, and you no let my enemies laugh me for shame.

² My Papa, I cry give you make you help me, and you heal me. ³ My Papa, you bring my soul comot from di grave; you keep me alive, and you no let me go down enter di pit.

⁴ Sing to our Papa, una wey be im faithful people, and give thanks to im holy name. ⁵ Because im vex dey last small time rai, but im favor dey last person whole life; cry fit last through di night, but joy dey come for morning.

⁶ For di time wey I feel safe, I talk say, “Nothing go ever shake me.” ⁷ My Papa, na by your favor you make my mountain stand strong; but wen you hide your face, my heart just scatter.

⁸ Na you, my Papa, I call; na to di Sovereign Papa I beg for mercy: ⁹ “Wetin I go gain if dem shut my mouth, if I go down enter di pit? Di dust fit praise you? E fit talk about how you dey faithful?” ¹⁰ Hear me, my Papa, and show me mercy; my Papa, be di one wey dey help me.

¹¹ You turn my mourning to dance; you comot my mourning cloth, and you dress me with gladness, ¹² so that my heart fit sing your praise and no keep quiet. My Papa, I go give you thanks forever.