Israel Song about How Dem Survive
Na song wey dem dey sing as dem dey go up to Jerusalem.
Israel dey talk like survivor wey get scar, e describe attackers wey plow long furrows across im back and still no win. Di curse wey dem ask for na farm matter: make dem be grass for rooftop, wey don dry before harvest, wey no passerby go stop to bless.
129 1"Dem don suffer me well well from wen I young" — make Israel talk am now — 2"Dem don suffer me well well from wen I young, but dem never win me." 3Dem wey dey plow ground plow for my back; dem make di line wey dem dig long. 4our Papa dey correct and holy; e don cut di rope of di wicked people.
5Make everybody wey hate Zion get shame, make dem turn back. 6Make dem be like grass wey dey grow for house roof, wey dey dry before e grow well, 7wey person wey dey harvest no fit take fill him hand, wey person wey dey gather grain no fit take fill him arm, 8while people wey dey pass no go talk say, "Make di blessing of our Papa dey on una! We bless una for di name of our Papa."
