Psalms 7

7 ¹O my Papa, na for inside you I dey hide; save me from all di people wey dey pursue me, and deliver me, ²if not, e go tear me like lion, e go rip me into pieces and nobody go dey to rescue me. ³O my Papa, if na me do dis thing—if wrong dey for my hand, ⁴if I don pay back my friend wit evil, or I don rob my enemy for nothing, ⁵den make di enemy pursue me and catch me, make e trample my life for ground and lay my honor for inside dust.

⁶Rise up, my Papa, for your anger; rise up against di fury of my enemies; wake up for me—you don appoint judgment. ⁷Make di assembly of di peoples gather round you; take your seat for on top over dem. ⁸Our Papa dey judge di peoples. Vindicate me, my Papa, according to my correct-and-holy way and according to di integrity wey dey inside me. ⁹Bring di evil of di wicked people to an end, but hold up di correct-and-holy people—you wey dey search mind and heart, O correct-and-holy Papa. ¹⁰My shield na my Papa, wey dey save di people wey get correct heart. ¹¹Our Papa na correct-and-holy judge, na God wey dey vex every day. ¹²If person no repent, our Papa go sharpen im sword; e don draw im bow and make am ready. ¹³E don prepare im weapons wey dey kill; e dey make im arrows into fire wey dey burn. ¹⁴See how di wicked man get belle of evil; e conceive trouble and born lies. ¹⁵E dig pit and clear am well, but e fall inside di hole wey e don make. ¹⁶Im trouble dey come back for im own head; im violence dey come down for im own skull. ¹⁷I go give thanks give my Papa for im correct-and-holy way, and I go sing praise to di name of my Papa, di Most High.