Psalms 48

48 ¹ Our Papa great well well, and dem suppose praise am plenty, for di city of our Papa, for im holy mountain. ² E fine for im high place, di joy of di whole earth, na Mount Zion, di far part of di north, di city of di great King. ^a a v2 "Di far part of di north" na old poetry name for di mountain wey belong to God, wey dem take here call Mount Zion as di holy place wey God dey stay. ³ Our Papa, inside her strong buildings, don make imsef known as strong place wey pesin fit hide.

⁴ Bicos see, di kings gada; dem come move forward togeda. ⁵ Dem see, and one time dem shock; fear catch dem, dem run comot with panic. ⁶ Shaking catch dem for there, pain like woman wey dey born pikin. ⁷ With di east wind you scatter di ships of Tarshish.

⁸ Just like we hear, na so we see, for di city of di Papa wey get di armies of heaven, for di city of our Papa; e go make her stand forever. Selah.

⁹ We don ponder your love wey no dey change, our Papa, inside your temple. ¹⁰ Like your name, our Papa, na so your praise dey reach di ends of di earth; your right hand full with correct-and-holy way. ¹¹ Make Mount Zion happy, make di daughters of Judah rejoice, bicos of your judgement dem.

¹² Waka round Zion, go round her; count her towers. ¹³ Look her defence wall dem well, pass through her strong buildings, so dat you fit tell di next generation.

¹⁴ Bicos dis na our Papa, our own forever and ever; e go dey guide us reach di end.