For Your Hand I Put Am
For di leader of di music people. Psalm wey David write.
Dem dey hunt am and dey whisper about am until im neighbors dey avoid am for street; David feel say dem don forget am like broken pot. But still e talk say im times dey im Papa hand and e commit im spirit put there, as e remember how dem hear am before for one city wey dem surround.
31 1For you, my Papa, I dey hide; make shame no ever catch me; for your correct-and-holy way, rescue me. 2Bend your ear come my side; rescue me sharp-sharp. Be my rock wey I dey hide, strong fortress wey go save me. 3Because na you be my rock and my fortress; because of your name, you dey lead me and dey show me road. 4You dey pull me comot from di net wey dem hide for me, because na you be di place I dey hide.
5For your hand I put my spirit; you don redeem me, my Papa, wey faithful and true. a a v5 Jesus pray dis words as e dey die — “Papa, for your hands I put my spirit” (Luke 23:46) — e hand imself over to di Papa wey dis psalm dey trust. 6I hate dem wey dey hold worthless idols tight, but na my Papa I dey trust. 7I go rejoice and my belle go sweet for your Covenant love, because you don see my suffer; you don know di troubles wey dey my soul, 8and you no hand me over to di enemy; you don put my leg for wide open place. 9Show me grace, my Papa, because trouble full my body; my eyes don tire because of sorrow, my soul and my body join. 10Because sorrow don finish my life, and my years don waste for groaning; my strength don fail because of my sin, and my bones dey waste away. 11Because of all my enemies, I don turn to disgrace, especially to my neighbours, and I don become fear to di people wey sabi me; dem wey see me for road dey run comot from me. 12Dem don forget me like dead man wey nobody dey remember; I don become like pot wey don break.
13Because I dey hear how plenty people dey whisper — fear dey every side — as dem dey gather plan against me, dey scheme to take my life. 14But na you I dey trust, my Papa; I talk say, “Na you be my Papa.” 15My times dey for your hand; rescue me from di hand of my enemies and from dem wey dey persecute me. 16Make your face shine on your servant; save me for your Covenant love. 17My Papa, no make shame catch me, because na you I dey call; make shame catch di wicked people and make dem quiet for grave.
18Make di lips wey dey lie shut, dem wey dey talk with proud mouth against di correct-and-holy person, with pride and disrespect. 19How your goodness plenty reach, wey you don keep for dem wey dey fear you, wey you don show to dem wey dey hide for inside you, for everybody to see.
20For di shelter of your presence, you dey hide dem from di scheme of men; you dey keep dem safe for your shelter from tongue wey dey talk bad-bad. 21Make blessing dey for my Papa, because e don show me im wonderful Covenant love wen I dey inside city wey enemy surround.
22For my fear, I bin talk say, “Dem don cut me comot from your front.” But you hear my cry for mercy wen I call you for help. 23Love our Papa, all una wey be im faithful people. Our Papa dey guard di faithful ones, but e go pay back well-well di person wey dey do proud. 24Make you strong, and take heart, all una wey dey wait for our Papa.
