Our Papa Good
A psalm wey Asaph write.
Asaph almost slip as e dey jealous the rich people wey get health and dey proud. Nothing settle until e enter the sanctuary come see where dem go end. E confess say e don dey behave like animal, and e discover say e don already hold wetin e want: im Papa hand wey hold im own tight.
73 1Na true true, our Papa good to Israel, to dem wey get clean heart.
2But for me, my leg nearly trip; my foot nearly slide comot. 3Because jealousy catch me for di proud people wen I see how di wicked people dey flourish. 4Because dem no dey feel pain wen dem dey die; dem body dey healthy and strong. 5Dem no dey inside wahala like oda people; trouble no dey beat dem like di rest of mankind. 6Nabecause of dat, pride be dem necklace; violence dey cover dem like cloth. 7Dem eye dey bulge comot from all di fat; di bad tin wey dey dem heart no get end. 8Dem dey laugh scorn and dem dey talk wickedness; from up high dem dey threaten to oppress people. 9Dem open dem mouth against heaven, and dem tongue dey waka proud through di earth. 10Nabecause of dat, im people dey turn back go meet dem, and dem dey drink plenty water. 11And dem dey talk sey, “How God take know? Abi knowledge dey for di Most High?” 12Look—na dis kind people be di wicked ones; dem dey enjoy well-well every time, and dem riches dey increase.
13For true, na for nothing I keep my heart clean and wash my hand for innocence. 14Because di whole day, trouble dey beat me, and every morning dem dey correct me.
15If I bin talk sey, “Na so I go tok,” den I for don betray di generation of your children. 16Wen I try to understand all dis tin, e come be tiring work for my eye, 17until I enter di holy place of our Papa; na den I understand di end wey go catch dem. 18Na true true, you put dem for slippery ground; you dey make dem fall enter ruin. 19See how dem take spoil for just one moment, fear come sweep dem comot finish! 20Like dream wen person wake up, O Sovereign Papa, wen you rise up, you go despise dem like tin wey no dey real.
21Wen my heart bin dey bitter and pain dey pierce me inside, 22I bin no get sense and I no sabi anytin; I bin dey like ordinary animal for your front. 23Even so, I dey with you all di time; you dey hold my right hand. 24You dey guide me with your advice, and afta, you go take me enter glory. 25Who I get for heaven pass you? And nothing dey for earth wey I want pass you. 26My body and my heart fit fail, but our Papa na di strength of my heart and my portion forever.
27Because dem wey dey far from you go perish; you dey finish everybody wey no dey faithful to you. 28But for me, e good make I near our Papa; I don make di Sovereign Papa my hiding place, so I fit tok about all your work.
