Na song. Na psalm wey David write.
Dem join am together from two earlier psalms of David: morning music wey dey wake the dawn, then our Papa old boast say Shechem, Gilead and Edom na im own. For between dem sit the sober line say human rescue no worth anything, plus beg for real help.
108 1My heart steady, my Papa; I go sing and make music with everything wey I be. 2Wake up, harp and lyre! I go wake di dawn. 3I go praise you for inside di people dem, my Papa; I go make music give you for inside di nations. 4Because your Covenant love big well-well, e high pass di heavens, and your true-true faithfulness reach di skies.
5Make dem lift you up high, my Papa, pass di heavens, and make your glory dey over di whole earth. 6Save us with your right hand and answer me, so dat di people wey you love fit comot for trouble.
7Our Papa don talk for inside im holiness: “With victory I go share Shechem and measure di Valley of Succoth.” 8Gilead na my own, Manasseh na my own; Ephraim na my helmet, Judah na my scepter.
9Moab na my washing-bowl; I throw my sandal for Edom on top; over Philistia I dey shout for victory.
10Who go carry me go di city wey get strong wall? Who go lead me go Edom? 11No be you, our Papa, wey before reject us, and no dey comot again with our army dem? 12Give us help against di enemy, because man im rescue no get power. 13With our Papa we go win di victory, and e go crush our enemy dem for ground.
