Hiding Place For My Whole Life
Old man prayer. E don lean on im Papa since dem born am, and now e fear say dem go throw am away as im strength dey fail, while enemies dey talk say dem don abandon am. Wetin e dey ask for na time — to continue to tell the next generation wetin e know.
71 1Na inside you, my Papa, I dey hide; make shame no ever catch me. 2For your correct-and-holy way, deliver me and rescue me; hear me and save me. 3Be my rock wey I dey hide, wey I fit always come; you don give order to save me, because you be my rock and my strong-tower. 4My Papa, rescue me from di hand of wicked people, from di grip of people wey no dey do justice and wey wicked well well.
5Because na you be my hope, Sovereign Papa, na you I dey trust since when I be young. 6Since when dem born me, na you I dey lean on; na you be di one wey carry me comot from my mama belle. I dey always praise you. 7I don turn wonder for plenty people eye, but na you be my strong place to hide. 8My mouth full with your praise, and with your glory di whole day.
9No throway me for my old age; when my strength don finish, no leave me. 10Because my enemies dey talk against me; dem wey dey watch to take my life dey plan together. 11Dem dey say, “God don leave am; chase am and catch am, because nobody dey to rescue am.”
12My Papa, no dey far from me; my Papa, come quick to help me! 13Make shame catch dem wey dey accuse me and make dem perish; make dem wey dey find my wahala cover with insult and disgrace.
14But I go dey hope all di time and I go praise you more and more. 15My mouth go talk about your correct-and-holy way, about how you dey save di whole day, even though I no fit count am finish. 16I go come dey announce di mighty things wey di Sovereign Papa do; I go proclaim your correct-and-holy way, na your own only.
17My Papa, you don teach me since when I be young, and reach today I dey declare your wonderful works. 18So even when I don old and my hair don white, my Papa, no leave me, until I proclaim your might to di next generation, your power to everybody wey never come yet.
19Your correct-and-holy way, my Papa, reach di high heaven. You wey don do great things, my Papa, who be like you? 20You wey show me plenty trouble and wahala go make me live again; from di deep part of di earth you go bring me up again. 21You go increase my honor and comfort me again.
22I 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. 23My lips go shout for joy when I sing praise to you, and my soul too, wey you don redeem. 24And my tongue go talk about your correct-and-holy way di whole day, because shame and disgrace don catch dem wey bin dey find my wahala.
