Rise Up, Our Papa
For di director of music. Na psalm of David. Na song.
Procession song. Our Papa ride comot from wilderness dey scatter im enemies, and the same one wey dey scatter kings na father to children wey no get father and na im dey defend widow, e dey settle lonely people for house and lead prisoners comot enter better life.
68 1Make our Papa rise up; make im enemies scatter, and make dem wey hate am run comot for im front. 2As smoke dey blow comot, so drive dem comot; as wax dey melt for front of fire, so make di wicked people perish for front of our Papa. 3But make di correct-and-holy people happy; make dem rejoice for front of our Papa; make dem shout with joy. 4Sing to our Papa, sing praise to im name; lift up song to am wey dey ride pass di desert—im name na our Papa—and dey glad for im front. 5Na papa to di pikin wey no get papa, and defender of widow, na our Papa be dat for im holy dwelling place. 6Our Papa dey settle di lonely person for house; e dey lead di prisoners comot go prosperity, but di stubborn people dey live for dry land. 7O our Papa, wen you comot go for front of your people, wen you march pass di wasteland, 8di earth shake, di heavens pour down rain for front of our Papa, di One of Sinai, for front of di Papa of Israel. 9O our Papa, you pour down plenty rain; you restore your inheritance wen e don tire finish. 10Your flock find place to dwell inside am; for your goodness, O our Papa, you provide for di people wey dey need. 11Di Sovereign Papa give di word; di company of women wey dey proclaim di good news, dem plenty well well: 12Kings of army dey run, dem dey run, and she wey stay for house dey share di plunder. 13Even as you lie down among di sheepfolds—di wings of dove wey silver cover, im feathers dey shine with gold. a a v13 Di dove wey dey shine fit picture di glory of God im people even wen dem dey rest, or di rich spoil wey dem carry come house from victory. 14Wen di Almighty scatter kings for dat place, snow fall for Zalmon. 15O majestic mountain, mountain of Bashan; O mountain wey get plenty peak, mountain of Bashan! 16Why you dey look with envy, O mountains wey get plenty peak, at di mountain wey our Papa desire for im dwelling place? Yes, our Papa go dwell dia forever. 17Di chariots of our Papa na tens of thousands, thousands upon thousands; di Sovereign Papa dey among dem; Sinai dey for di sanctuary. 18You climb go high place, dey lead plenty captives for your back; you receive gifts from di people, even among di stubborn ones, so dat our Papa fit dwell dia. b b v18 Paul quote dis verse about Jesus — wen e ascend, e lead captives free and give gifts to im people (Ephesians 4:8). Di victory wey di psalm dey sing of our Papa, na through di Pikin dem win am and share am. 19Blessing dey for di Sovereign Papa, day by day; e dey carry us—di Papa of our salvation.
20Our Papa na di One wey dey save us; and to di Sovereign Papa di ways to escape from death belong. 21But our Papa go break di heads of im enemies, di hairy crown of am wey dey waka for im guilty ways.
22Di Sovereign Papa talk say, “I go bring dem back from Bashan; I go bring dem back from di deep part of di sea, 23so dat you fit wash your feet inside dia blood, so dat di tongue of your dogs fit get dia own share from di enemy.”
24Dem see your procession, O our Papa, di procession of my Papa, my King, enter di sanctuary. 25Di singers dey for front, di musicians dey for back, between dem young women dey play tambourine: 26Bless our Papa for di great congregation; bless our Papa, una wey come from Israel im fountain! 27Benjamin dey dia, di youngest, dey lead dem, di princes of Judah for dia crowd, di princes of Zebulun, di princes of Naphtali. 28Your Papa don decree your strength; show your power, O our Papa, as you don act for us before. 29Because of your temple for Jerusalem, kings go bring gifts come give you. 30Rebuke di beast of di reeds, di herd of bulls with di calves of di peoples. Trample under foot dem wey dey lust after silver; scatter di peoples wey dey enjoy war. c c v30 Di beast of di reeds fit be crocodile or hippopotamus — na ancient symbol for Egypt wey dey hide inside di reeds of River Nile. 31Messengers go come from Egypt; Cush go hurry stretch out her hands to our Papa. 32Kingdoms of di earth, sing to our Papa; sing praise to di Sovereign Papa, 33to am wey dey ride for di heavens, di ancient heavens—listen, e dey send out im voice, im mighty voice. 34Give power to our Papa, wey im majesty dey over Israel and wey im strength dey for di skies. 35Our Papa great pass, from im sanctuary; di Papa of Israel—na him be di One wey dey give power and strength to im people. Blessing dey for our Papa!