For di director of music. Na David own. Na psalm.
One man wey dem accuse answer with long, wicked curse against the person wey pay im love with hate — make another person take im office, make im pikin dem be fatherless. Then e let am go: I be poor and needy; make dem curse, but make my Papa bless.
109 1O Papa wey I dey praise, no keep quiet, 2bicos wicked and deceitful mouth don open against me; dem dey talk against me with lying tongue. 3With words of hatred dem surround me, and dem dey attack me for notin. 4For pay of my love dem dey accuse me, but I give myself to prayer. 5Dem pay me bad-bad for good, and hatred for my love.
6Put wicked man against am; make accuser stand for im right hand. 7Wen dem judge am, make e come out guilty; make im prayer turn sin. 8Make im days few; make anoda person take im office. a a v8 Peter use dis verse for Judas Iscariot wen di apostles choose Matthias to replace am — Acts 1:20. 9Make im pikin dem no get papa, and make im wife be widow. 10Make im pikin dem waka about and dey beg, dem drive dem comot from dia broken house. 11Make di person wey e owe seize evritin wey e get; make stranger dem carry di fruit of im labor. 12Make nobody show am kindness, to am, and make nobody pity im pikin dem wey no get papa. 13Make im pikin-pikin dem cut off; make dem rub dia name comot for di next generation. 14Make dem remember di iniquity of im papa dem before our Papa, and make dem no rub di sin of im mama comot. 15Make dia sin dem dey before our Papa all di time, so dat e go wipe dia memory comot for di earth.
16Bicos e no remember to show kindness, but e dey chase di poor and needy and di person wey heart don break, to kill dem. 17E love curse; make e come back for im head. E no take joy for blessing; make e stay far from am. 18E wear curse like im cloth; make e soak enter im body like water, like oil enter im bone. 19Make e be like cloth wey e wrap round imself, like belt wey e dey wear all di time. 20Make dis be di reward of di people wey dey accuse me from our Papa, di people wey dey talk bad against my soul.
21But you, O Sovereign Papa, do me good bicos of your name; bicos your love wey no dey change dey good, deliver me. 22Bicos I be poor and needy, and my heart don wound inside me. 23I dey fade like shadow for evening; dem shake me comot like locust. 24My knee dem weak bicos of fasting; my body don lean and dry. 25I don turn to somtin wey di people wey dey accuse me dey scorn; wen dem see me, dem dey shake dia head.
26Help me, O my Papa; save me according to your love wey no dey change, 27Make dem know say na your hand be dis, say na you, my Papa, do am. 28Make dem curse, but you go bless. Wen dem rise up dem go shame, but your servant go dey rejoice. 29Make di people wey dey accuse me wear disgrace; make dem wrap dia shame round demself like robe.
30With my mouth I go give plenty thanks to our Papa; for di middle of di crowd I go praise am. 31Bicos e dey stand for di right hand of di person wey dey need, to save am from di people wey dey condemn im soul.
