A Miktam for Gath
For di director of music: follow di tune of “A Dove Wey Dey For Oak Tree Wey Far.” Na David own. Na golden psalm, wen di Philistine people catch am for Gath.
56 1 Show me mercy, my Papa, because people dey trample me; di whole day one attacker dey press me down. 2 My enemies dey trample me di whole day; plenty of dem dey fight me with dia proud heart. 3 Wen fear catch me, na you I dey put my trust for.
4 For my Papa, wey I dey praise im word—na my Papa I dey trust; I no go fear. Wetin ordinary human being fit do me? 5 Di whole day dem dey twist my word; all dia thought against me na wickedness. 6 Dem dey gather togeda, dem dey hide dey wait; dem dey watch my step, as dem wan take my life.
7 Dem go escape because of dia wickedness? For your anger, my Papa, bring di people dem down. 8 You don count all di times wey I waka waka up and down; put my tears for your bottle. E no dey inside your record?
9 Den my enemies go turn back wen I call. Dis one I sabi: say my Papa dey for my side. 10 For my Papa I dey praise im word; for my Papa I dey praise im word.
11 Na my Papa I dey trust; I no go fear. Wetin ordinary human being fit do me? 12 My Papa, di promise wey I swear to you dey on top me; I go bring thank offering give you. 13 Because you don save my soul from death—yes, my leg from stumble—so that I fit waka for my Papa front for di light of life.
