Israel Song of How Dem Survive
Song of Ascents.
Israel dey talk like person wey survive with scar, e dey describe enemy dem wey plow long line for im back and still no win. Di curse wey e ask for na farm curse: make dem be like grass for roof top, wey don dry before harvest, wey nobody wey dey pass go stop bless.
129 1“Dem don suffer me well-well since I small”—make Israel talk am now. 2“Dem don suffer me well-well since I small, but dem no fit win me. 3Farmer-people plow for my back; dem make dia line dem long.” 4Our Papa dey correct-and-holy; e don cut di rope of di wicked people.
5Make shame catch everybody wey hate Zion, make dem turn dia back go back. 6Make dem be like grass wey dey on top roof, wey dey dry before e grow, 7wey di person wey dey harvest no fit take fill im hand, nor di person wey dey tie grain fill im arm, 8while people wey dey pass no go talk say, “Make di blessing of our Papa dey on top una! We bless una for di name of our Papa.”
