Quiet Wey Full of Praise
For di director of music. A psalm of David. A song.
Praise start for quiet and end for farm wey dey make noise. Our Papa cover sin and hear prayer from the end of the earth, then the year itself receive crown: the ridges soak with water, the hills wrap with joy, grassland and valley dey shout together.
65 1Praise dey wait for you inside quiet, our Papa, for Zion; and na to you we go pay all di vow wey we promise.
2You dey hear prayer, and all people go come to you. 3Wen sin overpower me, na you cover our rebellion. a a v3 Di forgiveness wey our Papa dey give here na Jesus make am complete, im wey carry our sin put for imself so dat dem fit bring us come house. 4Blessing dey for di person wey you choose and bring near make e stay for your courts. We go full with di good-good thing of your house, di holiness of your temple.
5You dey answer us with correct-and-holy way wey dey make person fear, our Papa wey dey save us, di hope of all di ends of di earth and of di sea wey far pass, 6im wey use im power set di mountains for dem place, wey wear power like cloth; 7im wey dey calm di roaring of di sea, di roaring of dem wave, and di wahala of di nations. 8Di people wey dey live for di ends of di earth dey fear because of your wonders; you dey make morning and evening shout for joy.
9You dey care for di land and give am water; you dey make am rich well well. Di river of our Papa full with water; you dey provide grain for di people, because na so you don prepare di land. 10You dey soak di lines wey dem plough and level di ridges; you dey soft am with rain and bless di way e dey grow. 11You dey crown di year with your goodness, and your paths dey overflow with plenty-plenty. 12Di grass for di wilderness dey overflow, and joy dey wrap di hills. 13Di fields wear flocks like cloth and grain cover di valleys; dem dey shout for joy and dey sing together.
