For di director of music. Follow di sheminith. Na psalm wey David write.
Faithful people don finish and everybody dey sweet-mouth with double heart. Di psalmist beg make dem cut off boastful tongue, and e get answer: because di needy dey groan, our Papa say E go rise. E words na silver wey dem refine seven times.
12 1Help us, our Papa, because di faithful people don finish; di people wey dey loyal don disappear from among di children of mankind. 2Everybody dey lie give im neighbor; dem dey talk with lip wey dey sweet-mouth and heart wey divide two. 3Make our Papa cut off all di lips wey dey sweet-mouth and every tongue wey dey brag big-big things, 4dem wey dey talk say, “With our tongue we go win; na our own lips be dis — who be oga on top us?”
5“Because dem dey rob di poor people, because di needy dey groan, na now I go stand up,” na so our Papa talk. “I go carry di one wey dey long for am go safe place.”
6Di words of our Papa na pure words, na silver wey dem refine for furnace wey dem dig for ground, wey dem clean seven times. 7You, our Papa, go keep di needy people safe; you go guard us from dis generation forever. 8Di wicked people dey waka up and down for every side wen dem dey raise up wetin bad among di children of mankind.
