Psalms 71

71 ¹ Na inside you, my Papa, I dey hide; make shame no ever catch me. ² For your correct-and-holy way, deliver me and rescue me; hear me and save me. ³ Be my rock wey I dey hide, wey I fit come anytime; you don give order to save me, because na you be my rock and my strong tower. ⁴ My Papa, rescue me from di hand of wicked people, from di grip of people wey no dey do justice and wey dey cruel.

⁵ Because na you be my hope, Sovereign Papa, na you I dey trust since I be small pikin. ⁶ Since dem born me, na you I dey lean on; na you carry me comot from my mama belle. I dey always praise you. ⁷ I don turn wonder to plenty people, but na you be my strong place wey I dey hide. ⁸ My mouth full with your praise, and with your glory di whole day.

⁹ No throw me away for my old age; when my power finish, no forsake me. ¹⁰ Because my enemies dey talk against me; dem wey dey watch to take my life dey plan together. ¹¹ Dem dey talk say, “God don forsake am; run afta am and catch am, because nobody dey to rescue am.”

¹² My Papa, no dey far from me; my Papa, hurry come help me! ¹³ Make shame catch dem wey dey accuse me and make dem perish; make dem wey dey find my wahala cover with insult and disgrace.

¹⁴ But I go dey hope always and I go praise you more and more. ¹⁵ My mouth go talk about your correct-and-holy way, about your salvation di whole day, even though I no sabi di full size of am. ¹⁶ I go come dey announce di mighty things wey Sovereign Papa don do; I go proclaim your correct-and-holy way, na your own only.

¹⁷ My Papa, you don teach me since I be small pikin, and till today I dey declare your wonderful works. ¹⁸ So even when I don old and my hair don white, my Papa, no forsake me, until I proclaim your power to anoda generation, your strong power to all wey go come.

¹⁹ Your correct-and-holy way, my Papa, reach di high heavens. You wey don do great things, my Papa, who be like you? ²⁰ You wey don show me plenty troubles and heavy wahala go give me life again; from di deep place of di earth you go bring me up again. ²¹ You go increase my honor and comfort me again.

²² I go also praise you with harp because of your faithfulness, my Papa; I go sing praise to you with lyre, Holy One of Israel — my Papa. ²³ My lips go shout for joy when I dey sing praise to you, and my soul too, wey you don redeem. ²⁴ And my tongue go talk about your correct-and-holy way di whole day, because dem wey dey find my wahala don catch shame and disgrace.