Fight For Me, My Papa
Na David own.
Men wey David once fast and wear mourning cloth for when dem sick dey attack am now, so e beg im Papa make e carry shield and spear by imself. Di wound na di betrayal: dem pay im kindness back with happiness di moment e stumble.
35 1My Papa, take matter with dem wey take matter with me; fight against dem wey dey fight me.
2Hold big shield and small shield, and rise up come help me. 3Draw spear and javelin against dem wey dey chase me; tell my soul, “Na me be your salvation.”
4Make shame and disgrace catch dem wey dey find my life; make dem turn back and shame cover dem, dem wey dey plan my harm. 5Make dem be like chaff wey wind dey blow, as di messenger of our Papa dey drive dem go. 6Make dem road be dark and slippery, as di messenger of our Papa dey chase dem.
7Because for no reason dem hide dem net for me; for no reason dem dig pit for my life. 8Make destruction come meet am wey e no expect; make di net wey e hide catch am; make e fall inside dat same destruction.
9Den my soul go rejoice inside my Papa; e go dey glad for im salvation. 10All my bone go say, “My Papa, who be like you, wey dey rescue di poor person from person wey too strong pass am, di poor and needy from di one wey dey rob am?”
11Wicked witness dey rise up; dem dey question me about things wey I no know. 12Dem dey pay me bad for good; my soul remain empty and lonely. 13But me, when dem sick, I wear mourning cloth; I humble myself with fasting, and my prayer keep dey return come my own heart. a a v13 “My prayer keep dey return come my own heart” - dem no sure wetin e mean; e fit mean say David prayer come from true heart but e no get answer. 14I waka around like person wey dey mourn im friend or im brother; I bend down for mourning, like person wey dey cry for im mama. 15But when I stumble dem rejoice and dem gather togeda; people wey dey attack, wey I no know, gather against me, dey tear me without stop. 16Like godless people wey dey mock for feast, dem grind dem teeth for me.
17My Oga Papa, how long you go dey look so? Rescue my soul from dem destruction, my only life from di lions. 18I go thank you for di big assembly; among plenty-plenty crowd I go praise you. 19No make my liar enemies dey rejoice over me, no make dem wey hate me for no reason wink eye. b b v19 Jesus take dis line for imself — dem wey hate am “for no reason” — as di hatred wey di world show am for im way go di cross (John 15:25). 20Because dem no dey talk peace, but against di quiet people of di land dem dey plan deceitful scheme. 21Dem open dem mouth wide against me; dem say, “Aha! Aha! Na our own eye don see am!”
22You don see am, my Papa; no keep quiet. My Oga Papa, no dey far from me. 23Wake up and rise for my vindication, for my case, my Oga Papa! 24Vindicate me, my Papa, according to your correct-and-holy way, and no make dem dey rejoice over me. 25No make dem talk for dem heart, “Aha, na exactly wetin we want!” No make dem talk, “We don swallow am finish.”
26Make shame and disgrace catch dem togeda, dem wey dey rejoice for my calamity; make shame and disgrace cover dem like cloth, dem wey dey lift demself over me. 27Make dem wey dey happy for my vindication shout for joy and dey glad; make dem always talk, “Our Papa great, wey dey happy for im servant well-being!”
28Den my tongue go tell about your correct-and-holy way, about your praise all day long.
