All My Heart Face You
For di director of music: as e dey follow Muth-labben. Na Psalm wey David sing.
Thank-you for one particular rescue: enemies wey turn back, their cities wey dem uproot, even their name wey dem wipe comot. We Papa sit down as judge wey dey do justice and strong place for people wey dem dey oppress. David beg am make e rise again so the nations go remember say dem be only human being.
9 1I go give you thanks, my Papa, with all my heart; I go tok all di wonderful things wey you don do.
2I go happy and rejoice for inside you; I go sing praise to your name, O You Wey High Pass All.
3Wen my enemies turn go back, dem go stumble and perish for your front. 4Bicos you don stand for my right and my case; you don sidon for di throne as correct-and-holy judge. 5You don rebuke di nations; you don destroy di wicked people; you don rub dem name comot forever and ever. 6Di enemy don finish, dem don turn to ruins wey no dey end; you don uproot dem cities; even di memory of dem don perish.
7But our Papa sidon for im throne forever; e don set im throne for justice. 8And e dey judge di world with correct-and-holy way; e dey rule di people with justice. 9Our Papa na hiding place for di people wey dem dey press down, na strong place for time of trouble. 10Di people wey sabi your name go trust for you, bicos you, our Papa, never leave di people wey dey find you.
11Sing praises to our Papa, wey dey live for Zion! Tell im deeds among di people! 12Bicos di One wey dey avenge blood dey remember di people wey dey suffer; e no dey forget dem cry.
13Show me mercy, my Papa! See di suffering wey I dey suffer for hand of di people wey hate me, you wey dey lift me up from di gates of death, 14so dat I go fit declare all your praises for di gates of Daughter Zion, and rejoice for your salvation.
15Di nations don sink inside di pit wey dem dig; na dem own foot di net wey dem hide catch. 16Our Papa don make imsef known; e don carry out justice; di wicked person don enter trap by di work of im own hand. Higgaion. a a v16 Higgaion na musical or contemplative mark — e fit be call to pause and reflect on wetin dem just sing.
17Di wicked people go return go grave, all di nations wey forget our Papa. 18Bicos dem no go always forget di needy person, and di hope of di people wey dey suffer no go perish forever.
19Rise up, our Papa! No make mortal man win; make di nations be judged for your front. 20Strike dem with fear, our Papa; make di nations know say na ordinary mortal man dem be.
