Person Dey Sink, But E Dey Call
For di director of music. To di tune of “Lilies.” Of David.
Mud don reach im neck, dem hate am for nothing, drunkards dey laugh am, and e don become stranger to im own brothers — the psalmist say na zeal for im Papa house cause all this. Dem give am vinegar to drink, and e pray hard against dem.
69 1Save me, my Papa, because di water don rise reach my neck.
2I dey sink for deep mud, wey no get place to stand; I dey inside deep water, and di flood dey cover me. 3I don tire finish from crying for help; my throat don dry. My eyes don weak as I dey watch for my Papa. 4Di people wey hate me for nothing plenty pass di hair for my head; plenty enemy wan destroy me with dia lie. Wetin I no tif, na im I must pay back now.
5My Papa, you sabi my foolishness; my wrong-wrong no hide from you. 6No make di people wey dey put dia hope for you feel shame because of me, O Papa of heaven army; no make di people wey dey seek you disgrace because of me, di Papa of Israel. 7Na because of you I don carry insult; shame don cover my face. 8I don turn stranger to my brothers, person wey no belong to my mama pikin dem.
9Because di way I love your house strong don burn inside me, and di insult of di people wey dey insult you don fall on top me. a a v9 When Jesus clean di temple, im disciples remember dis words as di one wey dem write about am; Paul see di second line come true for Christ, wey carry di world insult wey dem throw against di Papa. 10When I cry and humble myself with fasting, e come turn insult for me. 11When I put mourning cloth as my clothes, I come be laughing-stock to dem. 12Di people wey dey sit for di gate dey talk about me, and na me be di song wey drunkard dem dey sing. b b v12 Di city gate na di public gathering place for old Israel — na dia elder dem dey sit, dem dey judge case, and town news dey spread, just like courthouse square.
13But as for me, my prayer dey go to you, my Papa, for di time wey good; for di plenty of your faithful love answer me, for di truth of your salvation. 14Rescue me from di mud; no let me sink. Deliver me from di people wey hate me and from di deep water. 15No let di flood cover me, or di deep swallow me, or di pit lock im mouth on top me.
16Answer me, my Papa, because your faithful love good; for your plenty tender mercy wey dey pain belle turn come me. 17No hide your face from your servant, because I dey inside trouble; answer me quick-quick. 18Come near me and redeem me; pay ransom for me because of my enemies.
19You sabi di insult wey I dey carry, my shame, and my disgrace; all my enemy dem dey before you. 20Insult don break my heart, and my mind don cast. I look for person wey go pity me, but nobody dey, and for person wey go comfort me, but I no see. 21Dem give me poison as my food, and for my thirst dem give me vinegar to drink. c c v21 For di cross dem offer Jesus wine wey dem mix with gall, and sour wine on top sponge — di suffering wey David sing about, wey di Pikin come live out plenty centuries later.
22Make di table wey dem set before dem turn trap, and dia enjoyment turn snare. d d v22 Paul quote dis words about di people wey stumble over di Messiah — but im aim na dia mercy, no be dia ruin, as e dey long make all of dem come back home. 23Make dia eyes dark so dem no fit see, and make dia back bend forever. 24Pour your anger on top dem, and make your hot vex catch dem. 25Make dia camp turn empty land; make nobody live for dia tent. e e v25 Peter see dis verse come true for Judas, wey im place among di apostles remain empty and dem give am to another person. 26Because dem dey persecute di one wey you don strike, and dem dey talk about di pain of di people wey you don wound. 27Charge dem with guilt on top guilt; no let dem enter into your correct-and-holy way. 28Make dem rub dia name comot from di book of life, and no count dem among di people wey dey correct-and-holy.
29But me, I dey suffer and I dey inside pain; make your salvation, my Papa, put me for high place wey safe.
30I go praise di name of our Papa with song; I go make am big with thanksgiving. 31Dis one go sweet our Papa pass ox, pass bull wey get horn and hoof. 32Di humble people go see am and dia belle go sweet; una wey dey seek our Papa, make una heart come alive again. 33Because our Papa dey hear di people wey dey need, and e no dey despise im own people wey dey prison.
34Make heaven and earth praise am, di sea dem and everything wey dey move inside dem. 35Because our Papa go save Zion and build di cities of Judah back; im people go live dia and own am. 36Di children of im servant dem go inherit am, and di people wey love im name go live inside am.
