Psalms 116

116 ¹I love my Papa, because e dey hear my voice, my cry for mercy. ²Because e turn im ear come my side, I go call am for as long as I dey alive. ³Di ropes of death wrap round me; di anguish of di grave grip me; I come dey overcome by wahala and sorrow. ⁴Then I call di name of my Papa: “O my Papa, I dey beg you, save my soul!” ⁵Our Papa dey show grace, and e dey correct-and-holy; our Papa full of tender mercy wey dey pain belle. ⁶My Papa dey watch over di simple people; when I come low, e save me. ⁷Return, my soul, go your rest, because my Papa don good to you well well. ⁸Because you don save my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my leg from stumble. ⁹I go waka for my Papa presence for di land of di living. ¹⁰I believe, even when I talk say, “I dey suffer well well”; ¹¹for my fear I talk say, “Everybody na liar.” ¹²Wetin I fit give back to my Papa for all di good wey e don do me? ¹³I go lift up di cup of salvation and call di name of my Papa. ¹⁴I go complete di promise wey I make to my Papa for front of all im people. ¹⁵Di death of im faithful people dey precious for my Papa eye. ¹⁶O my Papa, I be your servant true true; I be your servant, di pikin of your woman servant. You don loose my chain. ¹⁷I go offer to you di sacrifice of thanksgiving and call di name of my Papa. ¹⁸I go complete di promise wey I make to my Papa for front of all im people, ¹⁹for di courts of my Papa house, among una, Jerusalem. Hallelujah!