Dem Comot Me For Inside Mud
For di director of music. Na psalm wey David write.
E open with rescue wey don already happen: dem lift am comot from mud, put im leg for rock, give am new song. Then e turn look front, since obedience na wetin dem want pass sacrifice — and e end still inside trouble, sins wey pass counting, as e dey beg im Papa make e hurry.
40 1I wait for our Papa wit patience; e turn come to me come hear as I dey cry. 2E lift me comot for inside di pit of destruction, comot for inside di thick mud; e put my leg for on top rock, come make my step stand gidigba.
3E put new song for my mouth, one song of praise to our Papa. Plenty pipo go see am come dey fear, come put dia trust for inside our Papa. 4Blessing dey for di person wey make our Papa im trust, wey no dey turn go meet proud pipo, go meet dem wey dey run after lie-lie.
5Plenty, my Papa, na di wonder wey You don do, an Your thought concerning us; nobody fit resemble You. If I wan yarn am an tell am, dem go too many pass wetin person fit count. 6Sacrifice an offering, na im You no want, but You don open my ear. Burnt offering an sin offering, na im You no ask for. 7Den I talk say, “See me here, I don come—for inside di scroll of di book dem write about me.”
8I wan do wetin You want, my Papa; Your law dey inside my heart. 9I don preach di good news of correct-and-holy way for inside di big assembly; I no lock my mouth, my Papa, as You sabi.
10I no hide Your correct-and-holy way for inside my heart; I don yarn about how You dey faithful an Your salvation. I no hide Your Covenant love an Your truth for di big assembly. 11No hold back Your tender mercy wey dey pain belle from me, my Papa; make Your Covenant love an Your truth dey always guide me.
12Bikos trouble wey no get number surround me; my sin dem don catch me, an I no fit see. Dem plenty pass di hair for my head, an my heart don faint. 13Abeg, my Papa, save me; my Papa, quick come help me. 14Make all pipo wey dey find how to take my life feel shame an disgrace; make dem wey want make I spoil turn back wit shame.
15Make dem wey dey talk to me say, “Aha! Aha!” shock wit dia own shame. 16But make all pipo wey dey find You dey rejoice an happy for inside You; make dem wey love Your salvation always talk say, “Our Papa great well well!” 17As for me, I be poor an needy person; make di Sovereign Papa remember me. Na You be my helper an di One wey dey save me; no waste time, my Papa.
