Psalms 7

7 ¹ O my Papa, na for inside you I take cover; save me from all di people wey dey pursue me, and rescue me, ² so dat e no go tear me like lion, wey go dey tear me for pieces and nobody go dey to save me. ³ O my Papa, if I don do dis thing — if bad thing dey for my hand, ⁴ if I don pay my friend back with evil, or I tief my enemy im property for nothing — ⁵ den make di enemy pursue me and catch me, make e trample my life for ground and make e lay my honor for inside dust. Selah

⁶ Rise up, my Papa, for your anger; rise up against di rage of my enemies; wake up for my sake — you don appoint judgment. ⁷ Make di gathering of all di people come surround you; take your seat for up high on top dem. ⁸ Our Papa dey judge di people. Clear my name, my Papa, according to my correct-and-holy way and according to di pure heart wey dey inside me. ⁹ Make di evil of di wicked people finish, but hold di correct-and-holy people strong — you wey dey search mind and heart, O correct-and-holy Papa. ¹⁰ My shield na my Papa, wey dey save di people wey get correct heart. ¹¹ Our Papa na correct-and-holy judge, na God wey vex every day. ¹² If person no turn from im sin, our Papa go sharpen im sword; e don draw im bow and ready am. ¹³ E don prepare im weapon wey dey kill; e dey make im arrow turn to fire wey dey burn. ¹⁴ See how di wicked man belle full with evil; e carry trouble for belle and born lie. ¹⁵ E dig pit and clear am well, but e fall inside di hole wey e dig. ¹⁶ Di trouble wey e cause go turn back on top im own head; im wickedness go come down on top im own skull. ¹⁷ I go give my Papa thanks because of im correct-and-holy way, and I go sing praise to di name of my Papa, di Most High.