My Help, Na Where E Go Come From?
Song wey dem dey sing as dem dey go up to Jerusalem.
One traveler look up go the hills, where both danger and shrines dey sit, and e locate im help for another place — im Papa, Maker of heaven and earth, wey no dey doze off. The promise na escort, no be exemption: your going out and your coming in.
121 1I lift up my eyes go di hills—na from where my help go come?
2My help dey come from my Papa, di One wey make heaven and earth.
3E no go let your foot slip; di One wey dey watch over you no go doze. 4For true, di One wey dey watch over Israel no go doze, e no go sleep at all.
5Your Papa dey watch over you; your Papa na di shade for your right hand. 6Di sun no go strike you for day, di moon no go do you anything for night.
7Your Papa go keep you from all harm; e go watch over your life. 8Your Papa go watch over your going and your coming, from now sotay forever and ever.
