Psalms 63

63 ¹ My Papa, na you be my Papa; I dey find you with all my heart. My soul dey thirst for you, my whole body dey hunger for you, for dry and tire land wey water no dey. ² Na so I don look you for di sanctuary, and I don see your power and your glory. ³ Bicos your Covenant love better pass life, my mouth go praise you. ⁴ Na so I go bless you as long as I dey alive; for your name I go raise my hand up. ⁵ My soul dey satisfy like say I chop di sweetest food, and with joyful mouth my mouth dey praise you.

⁶ Wen I remember you for my bed, and I dey meditate on you for di long hour of di night. ⁷ Bicos you don be my help, and for di shadow of your wings I dey sing for joy. ⁸ My soul hold you tight; your right hand dey hold me strong.

⁹ But dem wey dey find way to destroy my life go go down enter di deep part of di earth. ¹⁰ Dem go hand dem over to di sword; dem go turn food for jackal. ¹¹ But di king go dey rejoice for our Papa; everybody wey dey swear by our Papa go dey glad well-well, bicos di mouth of liars go shut.