For di director of music; for di flutes. Na psalm wey David write.
5 1 Hear my words, my Papa; consider di way I dey groan. 2 Hear di sound of my cry for help, my King and my Papa, because na you I dey pray to.
3 My Papa, for morning you dey hear my voice; for morning I dey bring my prayer come meet you, and I dey watch with hope. 4 Because you no be our Papa wey dey happy for wickedness; evil no fit dey stay with you. 5 Di people wey dey brag no fit stand for your front; you hate all di people wey dey do evil. 6 You dey destroy di people wey dey talk lie; my Papa hate di people wey like blood and wey dey deceive.
7 But me, through di plenty love wey no dey change wey you get, I go come inside your house; I go bow face your holy temple as I dey fear-and-honour you. 8 My Papa, lead me for your correct-and-holy way because of di people wey dey wait make I fall; make your road straight for my front. 9 Because nothing dey wey person fit trust for their mouth; inside their belle na destruction. Their throat na grave wey open; dem dey use their tongue dey sweet-mouth people. 10 Judge dem say dem dey guilty, my Papa; make dem fall by their own plan-plan. Comot dem because of all their plenty rebellion, because na you dem rebel against. a a v10 David bring im raw cry for justice come straight to our Papa, wey dey receive am instead of push am comot. Di deep want make evil stop, dey find im full answer for Jesus, wey be person wey dey perfectly just and wey full of mercy well-well.
11 But make all di people wey dey hide inside you dey rejoice; make dem sing with joy forever. Spread your shelter cover dem, so dat di people wey love your name go fit full with joy inside you. 12 Because you, my Papa, go bless di people wey dey do correct-and-holy way; you go surround dem with favour like say na shield.
