For di director of music. Na psalm wey David write.
31 1 Na inside you, my Papa, I dey hide; make shame no ever catch me; for your correct-and-holy way, come save me. 2 Bend your ear come my side; rescue me sharp-sharp. Be my rock wey I dey hide, strong fortress wey go save me. 3 Because na you be my rock and my fortress; because of your name, you dey lead me, you dey guide me. 4 You go pull me comot from di net wey dem hide for me, because na you be my hiding place.
5 Inside your hand I put my spirit; you don redeem me, my Papa, wey dey faithful and true. a a v5 Jesus pray dis words as e dey die — “Papa, inside your hands I put my spirit” (Luke 23:46) — e hand imsef give di Papa wey dis psalm dey trust. 6 I hate dem wey dey hold worthless idol tight, but na my Papa I dey trust. 7 I go rejoice, I go dey glad for your Covenant love, because you don see my suffer; you don sabi di wahala wey dey my soul, 8 and you no hand me give di enemy; you don put my leg for wide place. 9 Show me favour, my Papa, because trouble don catch me; my eye don tire from cry, my soul and my body sef. 10 Because sorrow don finish my life, and groaning don finish my years; my power don fail because of my sin, and my bone dey waste away. 11 Because of all my enemies, I don turn disgrace, especially to my neighbours, and something wey dey scare di people wey sabi me; dem wey see me for road dey run comot from me. 12 Dem don forget me like dead man, comot for mind; I don be like pot wey don break.
13 Because 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. 14 But na you I dey trust, my Papa; I talk say, “Na you be my Papa.” 15 My times dey inside your hand; rescue me from di hand of my enemies and from dem wey dey persecute me. 16 Make your face shine on your servant; save me for inside your Covenant love. 17 My Papa, make shame no catch me, because na you I dey call; make shame catch di wicked people, make dem quiet for inside grave.
18 Make di lips wey dey lie shut up, dem wey dey talk with pride against di correct-and-holy person with proud heart and disrespect. 19 How 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.
20 For inside di shelter of your presence you dey hide dem from di plans of men; you dey keep dem safe for inside your shelter from tongue wey dey talk bad. 21 Make praise dey for my Papa, because e don show me im wonderful Covenant love wen I dey inside city wey enemy surround.
22 I bin talk for my fear say, “Dem don cut me comot from your eye.” But you hear my cry for mercy wen I call you for help. 23 Love our Papa, all una wey be im faithful people. Our Papa dey guard di faithful people, but e go pay back well-well di person wey dey do proud. 24 Make you strong, take courage, all una wey dey wait for our Papa.
