A Song of di people wey dey go up to Jerusalem.
One traveler don tire to live among people wey dey answer im talk of peace with war. E complain to our Papa about lying tongues, dem answer am with picture of warrior arrows and burning coal, and e name im exile: Meshech, the tents of Kedar.
120 1For inside my trouble I call our Papa, and E answer me.
2Rescue me, my Papa, from mouth wey dey lie, from tongue wey dey deceive. 3Wetin our Papa go give you, and wetin more E go add give you, you tongue wey dey deceive? 4Sharp-sharp arrow wey soja get, with fire coal from di broom tree. a a v4 Di broom tree na desert shrub wey im charcoal dey burn hot well-well and for very long time.
5Na wa for me, say I dey live for Meshech, say I dey stay among di tents of Kedar! b b v5 Meshech dey far for di north and Kedar dey far for di south-east inside di Arabian desert — places wey dey for opposite ends of di world wey people sabi, dem name dem together to paint life wey enemy strangers surround. 6I don tey too much dey live among people wey hate peace. 7I dey for peace; but wen I talk, dem dey for war.
