Psalms 64

64 ¹ Hear my voice, my Papa, as I dey cry my complain; guard my life comot from di terror of di enemy. ² Hide me comot from di secret plan wey di wicked people dey scheme, from di noisy crowd of dem wey dey do bad tin. ³ Dem dey sharp dia tongue like sword; dem dey aim dia bitter words like arrow, ⁴ make dem fit shoot from hiding place at di person wey no do anything bad; dem dey shoot am sharp-sharp and dem no dey fear. ⁵ Dem hold dia evil plan tight; dem dey talk about how dem go hide trap and dem dey say, "Who go see dem?"

⁶ Dem dey plan injustice and dem dey say, "We don make di plan perfect well-well." Di inside thought and heart of person deep well-well. ⁷ But our Papa go shoot dem with arrow; sharp-sharp dem go wound. ⁸ Dem go make dem stumble; dia own tongue go turn against dem; everybody wey see dem go shake dia head.

⁹ Den everybody go fear; dem go talk about di work of our Papa and dem go think deep about wetin He don do. ¹⁰ Make di correct-and-holy people rejoice for our Papa and take refuge for inside Am; make all di people wey get upright heart shout for joy!