Wen di Ground Give Way
For di director of music. Make dem sing am to di tune of “Di Lily of di Covenant.” Na golden psalm of David, for teaching, wen e fight Aram Naharaim and Aram Zobah, and wen Joab come back come kill twelve thousand Edom pipul for di Valley of Salt.
After dem lose for war, the nation talk am straight: you reject us, you shake the land open, you give us wine wey make us dey stagger. The answer na our Papa own boast say Shechem, Moab and Edom na im own, and one judgment: human rescue no worth anything.
60 1Our Papa, you don reject us; you don break through di tins wey dey protect us; you don vex—now bring us back! 2You don make di land shake; you don tear am open. Heal di cracks wey dey am, because e dey wobble. 3You don show your pipul hard tins; you don give us wine drink wey make us dey stagger. 4You don give banner to dem wey dey fear you, so dat dem go gada for am wen di bow-and-arrow attack come. a a v4 “Before di bow” mean say for di face of enemy attack — banner wey dem go gada around am wen di battle hot.
5So dat di pipul wey you love go free, save us wit your right hand and answer us.
6Our Papa don tok inside im holiness: “I go shout for joy; I go share Shechem give pipul and measure di Valley of Succoth. 7Gilead na my own, and Manasseh na my own; Ephraim na di helmet for my head, Judah na my king staff. 8Moab na my wash basin; I go throw my sandal ontop Edom; I go shout victory ontop Philistia.” b b v8 For olden days, to throw sandal ontop one land na sign say you don claim say di land na your own and say you dey rule am.
9Who go carry me go di city wey get strong wall? Who go lead me go Edom? 10No be you don reject us, our Papa? You no dey go out again, our Papa, wit our soldiers. 11Help us against our enemies, because di help wey man fit give no worth anytin. 12Wit our Papa we go do brave tins; na im go crush our enemies for ground.
