Di Mout Wey Dey Boast
For di director of music. Na wisdom psalm of David. Wen Doeg di Edomite come tell Saul say, "David don go Ahimelech house."
Na Doeg dem aim am at, di one wey report di priests give Saul. Dem address am as man wey love words wey dey swallow people and wey trust im own wealth, and dem tell am say dem go tear am comot from im tent — while di singer dey grow like olive tree for our Papa house.
52 1Why you dey boast about evil, you big-big man? Di love of our Papa wey no dey change dey stand strong troway di whole day.
2Your tongue dey plan wahala wey go scatter person, e sharp like razor wey dem don sharpen, you liar-liar. 3You love evil pass good tin, and you love lie pass to talk wetin correct.
4You love every word wey dey chop person finish, you tongue wey full of deceit. 5But our Papa go tear you down forever; e go grab you comot, e go pluck you comot from your tent; e go uproot you from di land of di living.
6Di correct-and-holy people go see am and dem go fear; dem go laugh am, dem go dey talk say, 7"Look di man wey no gree make our Papa im hiding place, but e trust im plenty money, and e come strong by di way e dey scatter oda people." 8But me, I be like olive tree wey dey grow well well for inside di house of our Papa; I dey trust di love of our Papa wey no dey change forever and ever. 9I go praise you forever for wetin you don do; for front of your faithful people I go put my hope for your name, because e good.
