All My Heart Dey Face You
For di director of music: according to Muth-labben. Na Psalm wey David write.
9 1 I go give you thanks, my Papa, with all my heart; I go tell all di wonderful things wey you don do.
2 I go glad and rejoice for you; I go sing praise to your name, O Most High.
3 When my enemies turn back, dem go stumble and perish for your front. 4 Because you don stand for my right and my case; you don sidon for di throne as judge wey dey do correct-and-holy way. 5 You don rebuke di nations; you don destroy di wicked ones; you don rub commot dem name forever and ever. 6 Di enemy don finish, dem don turn to ruins wey no go end; you don pull out dem cities from di root; even di memory of dem don perish.
7 But our Papa dey sidon for im throne forever; e don set im throne for judgement. 8 And e dey judge di world with correct-and-holy way; e dey rule di people dem with justice. 9 Our Papa na hiding place for di people wey dem dey press down, na strong tower for time of trouble. 10 Di people wey sabi your name dey trust for you, because you, our Papa, never leave di people wey dey find you.
11 Sing praises to our Papa, wey dey live for Zion! Talk about di things wey e don do among di people dem! 12 Because di One wey dey collect back for blood dey remember di people wey dem dey suffer; e no dey forget dem cry.
13 Show me mercy, my Papa! See di suffer wey I dey see for hand of di people wey hate me, you wey dey lift me up from di gates of death. 14 so dat I fit talk out all your praises for di gates of Daughter Zion, and rejoice for di salvation wey you bring.
15 Di nations don sink inside di pit wey dem dig; dem own leg don catch inside di net wey dem hide. 16 Our Papa don make imsef known; e don do justice; di wicked one don catch inside di work of im own hand. Higgaion. Selah. a a v16 Higgaion na musical or thinking mark — e fit be say na call to pause and think well about wetin dem just sing.
17 Di wicked ones go return to di grave, all di nations wey forget our Papa. 18 Because dem no go forget di needy person forever, and di hope of di people wey dey suffer no go perish forever.
19 Rise up, our Papa! No make man wey be ordinary flesh win; make dem judge di nations for your front. 20 Put fear inside dem, our Papa; make di nations know say dem na ordinary flesh. Selah.
