Di Trap Don Break
Song of ascents. Na David own.
Na story of how di nation escape, told like one near-miss after di oda: dem for swallow us alive, di flood for carry us go. Di picture wey remain na bird wey comot from trap wey don break — proof sey di help dey for our Papa name, no be for dem self.
124 1If our Papa no been dey for our side—make Israel talk am now, 2if our Papa no been dey for our side wen people rise up against us, 3den dem for don swallow us alive, wen dia vex burn against us; 4den di water for don carry us go, di flood for don sweep pass us; 5den di water wey dey rage for don sweep pass us.
6Make we praise our Papa, wey no gi us to dia teeth as prey! 7We don escape like bird from di hunters trap; di trap don break, and we don escape! 8Our help dey for di name of our Papa, wey make heaven and earth.
