Di Soul Wey Dey Thirst
For di director of music. Na wisdom psalm of di sons of Korah.
42 1 As deer dey pant for streams of water, na so my soul dey pant for you, my Papa.
2 My soul dey thirst for my Papa, for di living Papa. When I go fit come appear before am? 3 My tears don be my food day and night, as dem dey talk to me all day long say, “Where your God dey?”
4 Na dis things I dey remember, as I dey pour out my soul: how I go waka with di crowd and lead dem for procession go di house of our Papa, with glad shouts and songs of praise, plenty crowd wey dey celebrate.
5 Why you dey downcast, my soul, and why you dey trouble inside me? Put your hope for our Papa; for I go praise am again, my salvation and my Papa.
6 My Papa, my soul dey downcast inside me; na why I dey remember you from di land of di Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep dey call deep for di roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves don sweep pass over me. 8 For daytime our Papa dey command im Covenant love, and for night im song dey with me, prayer to di Papa of my life.
9 I dey talk to my Papa, my rock, say, “Why you don forget me? Why I dey waka dey mourn because of di oppression of di enemy?” 10 Like deadly wound for my bones, my enemies dey mock me, as dem dey talk to me all day long say, “Where your God dey?”
11 Why you dey downcast, my soul, and why you dey trouble inside me? Put your hope for our Papa; for I go praise am again, my salvation and my Papa.
