To Waka Follow Im Road
Na song wey dem dey sing as dem dey go up go Jerusalem.
Our Papa blessing over ordinary house life: chop wetin your own hand produce, wife like vine wey dey bear plenty fruit, children like olive shoots round di table. E come open wide for di end reach di city welfare and grandchildren, and e close with peace on Israel.
128 1Blessing dey for everybody wey dey honor our Papa, wey dey waka for im road.
2You go chop di fruit of di work wey your hand do; blessing go dey for you, and things go dey go well for you. 3Your wife go be like grape tree wey dey bear plenty fruit inside your house; your pikin dem go be like young olive tree wey surround your table. 4Look am — na so blessing dey come to di man wey dey honor our Papa.
5Make our Papa bless you from Zion; make you see di good things of Jerusalem for all di days of your life, 6and make you see your pikin dem own pikin. Make peace dey for Israel.