Psalms 90

90 ¹ Oga Papa, na you be our house from generation reach generation. ² Bifor mountains born, or bifor you bring di earth and di world commot, from everlasting reach everlasting, na you be our Papa.

³ You dey turn people back to sand, you dey talk say, “Return, una pikin of mankind.”

⁴ Bicos one thousand years for your eye be like day wey don pass already, like small watch for night. ⁵ You dey sweep dem comot like flood; dem be like dream, like grass wey dey grow for morning— ⁶ for morning e dey blossom and grow; by evening e dey fade and dry.

⁷ Bicos your anger dey finish us; your vex dey make us fear. ⁸ You don put our bad-bad ways for your front, our secret sins for di light of your presence. ⁹ Bicos all our days dey pass under your vex; we dey finish our years like person wey sigh. ¹⁰ We dey live for seventy years, or eighty if our power still strong; but dem no dey bring anything except suffer and wahala—dem dey quick pass, and we dey fly comot. ¹¹ Who know di power of your anger? Your vex big reach di fear wey suppose dey for you. ¹² Teach us how to count our days, so that we fit get heart wey get wisdom.

¹³ Come back, our Papa! How long? Make your belle dey pain for your servants. ¹⁴ Satisfy us for morning with your Covenant love, so that we go sing for joy and dey happy all our days. ¹⁵ Make us happy for as many days as you don make us suffer, for as many years as we don see wahala. ¹⁶ Make your servants see your work, and make their pikin see your glory.

¹⁷ Make di favor of Oga Papa dey on top us; make di work of our hands stand strong for us—yes, make di work of our hands stand strong.