Make Una Hear, My People

Wisdom psalm of Asaph.

Long teaching poem, wey dem tell so that children go learn our Papa work: Egypt, the sea wey split, manna, quail, rebellion and forgetting, again and again — and every time, mercy wey hold anger back meet am. E end where the story dey go, with Zion and David.

Chapter 78.

Make una hear, my people, wetin I dey teach; turn una ear come di words wey comot for my mouth.

I go open my mouth for parable; I go pour riddles from di ancient days, ^a tins wey we don hear and know, wey our fathers don tell us. We no go hide dem from dia children, but we go tell di next generation di praises of our Papa, im power, and di wonders wey e don do. E set up a testimony for Jacob and put down a law for Israel, wey e command our fathers make dem teach dia children, so dat di next generation go fit know dem, di children wey neva born, and dem go rise up and tell dem to dia own children, so dat dem go put dia hope for our Papa and no forget im works, but keep im commandments, and dem no go be like dia fathers, a stubborn and rebel generation, a generation wey im heart no dey loyal, wey im spirit no dey faithful to our Papa.

Di Ephraim people, wey carry weapon and bow, run back for di day of battle. Dem no keep di Covenant of our Papa and dem refuse to waka for im law. Dem forget wetin e don do, di wonders wey e don show dem. For dia fathers' eyes e do marvels, for di land of Egypt, for di region of Zoan. ^b E divide di sea and lead dem pass; e make di waters stand up like wall. E lead dem wit cloud for daytime and di whole night wit fire light. E split rocks for di wilderness and give dem water to drink plenty like di deep. E bring streams comot from di rock and make water flow down like rivers.

But dem still dey sin against am, dey rebel against di Most High, our Papa, for di dry land. Dem test our Papa for dia heart wen dem demand di food wey dem crave. Dem talk against our Papa, dey say, “Fit God spread table for di wilderness? Na true, e strike di rock and water gush comot, and streams overflow. But e fit also give bread or provide meat for im people?” So wen our Papa hear, e vex well well; fire blaze against Jacob, and im anger rise against Israel, because dem no believe for our Papa or trust for im salvation. Still, e command di skies for up and open di doors of heaven; e rain down manna for dem to chop and give dem di grain of heaven. Human beings chop di bread of angels; e send dem food plenty plenty. E release di east wind for di heavens and drive di south wind wit im power. E rain meat on dem like dust, birds wey get wing like di sand of di seas; e make dem fall for di middle of dia camp, all around dia tents. Dem chop belleful, because e give dem wetin dem crave. But before dem comot from dia craving, wen di food still dey for dia mouth, di anger of our Papa rise against dem; e kill di strongest among dem and knock down di young men of Israel.

Even wit all dis, dem still dey sin; even wit im wonders, dem no believe. So e end dia days for emptiness and dia years for sudden terror. Wen e kill dem, dem look for am; dem repent and seek our Papa wit dia whole heart. Dem remember say our Papa na dia rock, di Most High na dia redeemer. But dem sweet-mouth am wit dia mouth, dey lie to am wit dia tongue; dia heart no dey loyal to am, and dem no dey faithful to im Covenant. Still, e, wey full of tender mercy wey dey pain belle, cover dia sin and no destroy dem. Time and time again e hold back im anger and no pour out all im wrath. E remember say dem na just flesh, a breath wey dey pass and no dey return.

How many times dem rebel against am for di wilderness and grieve am for di wasteland! Again and again dem test our Papa and provoke di Holy One of Israel. Dem no remember im power, di day e redeem dem from di oppressor, wen e show im signs for Egypt, im wonders for di region of Zoan. E turn dia rivers to blood, and dem no fit drink from dia streams. E send swarms of flies wey chop dem finish, and frogs wey scatter dem. E give dia crops to di caterpillar, dia harvest to di locust. E destroy dia vines wit hail and dia sycamore-figs wit frost. E give dia cattle to di hail, dia livestock to di lightning fire. E release against dem im burning anger—wrath, indignation, and trouble—a band of destroying angels. E clear road for im anger; e no spare dem from death but e give dia lives to di plague. E knock down all di firstborn of Egypt, di firstfruits of dia strength for di tents of Ham. ^c But e lead out im own people like sheep and guide dem like flock for di wilderness. E lead dem safe, so dem no fear, but di sea swallow dia enemies. E bring dem come im holy border, to di mountain wey im right hand don win. E drive out nations before dem, share dia inheritance by measuring line, and settle di tribes of Israel for dia homes.

But still, dem test and rebel against our Papa, di Most High, and dem no keep im statutes. Dem turn back and dem no dey faithful like dia fathers; dem twist like bow wey dey deceive. Dem vex am wit dia high places and rouse im jealousy wit dia idols. ^d Wen our Papa hear, e vex well well and reject Israel completely. E abandon di tabernacle for Shiloh, di tent wia e bin dey stay among mankind. E give im strength into captivity, im splendor into enemy hand. E give im people to di sword and e vex wit im inheritance. Fire chop dia young men, and dia young women no get wedding song. Dia priests fall by di sword, and dia widows no fit cry.

Den di Sovereign Papa wake up as if from sleep, like warrior wey wine rouse. E beat im enemies back and put dem to shame wey no dey end. E reject di tent of Joseph and no choose di tribe of Ephraim; but e choose di tribe of Judah, Mount Zion, wey e love. E build im sanctuary like di high places, like di earth wey e establish forever. E choose David im servant and take am from di sheep pens; from minding di nursing sheep e bring am come to shepherd Jacob im people, Israel im inheritance. And e shepherd dem wit heart wey dey correct and guide dem wit hand wey sabi work. ^e

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Psalms 78

Make Una Hear, My People

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