For di choir director: with instrument wey get string. Na wisdom psalm wey David write.
55 1 Hear my prayer, my Papa, and no hide yourself from di way I dey beg you for mercy. 2 Listen to me and answer me; I no fit rest for my cry, and I dey groan, 3 bicos of di voice of my enemy, bicos of di wickedness wey dey oppress me. Dem dey pour trouble ontop me, and with vex dem dey hold bad mind against me. 4 My heart dey twist inside me; di fear of death don fall ontop me. 5 Fear and shaking don catch me, and terror don cover me finish. 6 And I talk say, “Ah, if only I get wings like dove! I for don fly comot go rest.
7 Yes, I for don waka go far; I for don hide for di wilderness. Selah a a v7 Selah: na word for music or worship wey dem no sabi di meaning well-well, e fit mean say make person pause tink, or na music interval. 8 I for don rush go my hiding place, comot from di wind wey dey blow strong and di storm.” 9 Confuse dem, my Papa wey be Oga ova evritin; scatter dia talk, bicos I dey see violence and fight for di city. 10 Day and night dem dey waka round im wall dey watch; wickedness and trouble dey inside am. 11 Destruction dey im middle; oppression and lie no dey ever comot from im street. 12 Na no be enemy dey mock me—if na so, I for fit bear am; na no be person wey hate me dey raise himself ova me—if na so, from am I for fit hide. 13 But na you, man wey be my mate, my companion and my close friend. 14 We wey bin dey share sweet fellowship togeda, wey waka with di crowd go our Papa house— 15 Make death come catch dem; make dem go down enta grave alive, bicos evil dey for dia house, right for dia middle. 16 But I dey call my Papa, and my Papa go save me. 17 Evening and morning and for afternoon I dey cry out dey groan, and E dey hear my voice. 18 E don redeem my soul with peace from di battle wey dem dey fight against me, even doh plenty people bin stand against me.
19 Our Papa go hear and bring dem low—E wey sidon for throne since ancient times. Selah Bicos dem no dey ever change, dem no get fear for our Papa. 20 Di person wey betray don raise im hand against dem wey dey for peace with am; e don break im Covenant. 21 Im talk dey more smooth pass butter, but na war dey im heart; im words dey soft pass oil, but na sword wey dem don draw. 22 Throway your load ontop our Papa, and E go hold you; E no go ever let di correct-and-holy person shake. 23 But you, my Papa, go bring dem down go di pit of destruction; people wey dey shed blood and dey betray no go live reach half of dia days. But I go trust for you.
