Psalms 40

40 ¹ I wait with patience for our Papa; E turn come my side, E hear as I dey cry. ² E lift me comot for di pit of destruction, comot for di thick mud; E put my leg for solid rock, E make my steps stand strong.

³ E put new song for my mouth, praise song to our Papa. Plenty people go see, dem go fear, and dem go put dia trust for our Papa. ⁴ Blessing dey for di person wey make our Papa im trust, wey no dey turn go meet proud people, or dem wey dey run after lies.

⁵ My Papa, di wonders wey You don do plenty, and Your thoughts toward us; nothing fit compare with You. If I wan declare am and tell everybody, dem go too many to count. ⁶ Sacrifice and offering na so You no want am, but You don open my ears. Burnt offering and sin offering na so You no ask for. ⁷ Den I talk say, “See me here, I don come — for di scroll of di book dem write about me.”

⁸ I wan do Your will, my Papa; Your law dey inside my heart. ⁹ I don proclaim di good news of correct-and-holy way for di big gathering; I no lock my mouth, my Papa, as You sabi.

¹⁰ I no hide Your correct-and-holy way inside my heart; I don talk about Your faithfulness and Your salvation. I no hide Your Covenant love and Your truth from di big gathering. ¹¹ No hold back Your tender mercy wey dey pain belle from me, my Papa; make Your Covenant love and Your truth always protect me.

¹² Because trouble wey no get number surround me; my sins don catch me, and I no fit see. Dem plenty pass di hair for my head, and my heart don faint. ¹³ Abeg, my Papa, save me; my Papa, quick come help me. ¹⁴ Make all dem wey wan take my life carry shame and disgrace; make dem wey want make I spoil turn back with shame.

¹⁵ Make dem wey dey tell me, “Aha! Aha!” shock for dia own shame. ¹⁶ But make all dem wey dey seek You rejoice and dey glad for You; make dem wey love Your salvation always talk say, “Our Papa great well well!” ¹⁷ As for me, I be poor and needy person; make my Papa wey be di Sovereign One think of me. You be my help and my Savior; no delay, my Papa.