My Hiding Place
For di director of music. Na David own.
Friends tell David make e run go mountain like bird, since arrow don already dey for string and di foundation dey scatter. E refuse di advice. Im Papa dey watch from E throne, dey test everybody, and di upright go see E face.
11 1Na for my Papa I don hide. How you take fit tell my soul, “Comot go your mountain like bird”? 2Bicos look — di wicked people dey bend dem bow; dem don set dem arrow for di string, so dem go fit shoot from di darkness at di people wey get correct heart. 3Wen dem don scatter di foundation, wetin di correct-and-holy person fit do? 4Our Papa dey inside im holy temple; di throne of our Papa dey for heaven. Im eyes dey watch; im look dey check di children of man well well. 5Our Papa dey check di correct-and-holy person, but im soul hate di wicked person and di one wey love to do wickedness. 6For di wicked people head im go rain trap — fire and sulfur and hot wind wey dey burn go be wetin fill dem cup. 7Bicos our Papa na correct-and-holy; im love di correct-and-holy tins wey person dey do. Di people wey dey correct go see im face. a a v7 Di deepest reward wey dis psalm talk no be safety, na to see di face of our Papa — di people wey dey correct belong wit am, and to dey wit am na di whole point.
