Cover Me From Di People Wey Dey Do Violence
For di one wey dey lead di music. Na psalm wey David sing.
Prayer about organized wickedness: men wey get viper poison under dem lip, wey dey stir up war every day and dey set trap for road side. David ask im Papa for cover for di day of battle, and e trust say dem go hear di case of di afflicted.
140 1Rescue me, my Papa, from bad people; from di people wey dey do violence, keep me safe, 2wey dey plan bad tin for dem heart and dey stir up war di whole day. 3Dem dey sharpen dem tongue like snake; di poison of viper dey under dem lip. Selah
4Guard me, my Papa, from di hand of di wicked people; keep me safe from di violent people, wey plan to trip me make I fall. 5Di proud people don hide trap for me; dem don spread di rope of net; for di side of di road dem don set snare for me. Selah
6I tell my Papa, “Na You be my Papa.” Hear di voice of my cry wey I dey beg for mercy. 7O Sovereign Papa, di strength of my salvation, You don shield my head for di day of battle. 8No gree, my Papa, give di wicked people wetin dem want; no let dem plan work, if not dem go rise up. Selah
9As for di head of dem wey surround me, make di trouble of dem own lip cover dem. 10Make burning coal fall on dem; make dem throw dem inside fire, inside muddy pit, wey dem no go rise again. 11No make any person wey dey talk bad about others stay for di land; make evil hunt di violent man, blow after blow.
12I know say our Papa go defend di case of di people wey dey suffer, and go bring justice for di poor people. 13For sure, di correct-and-holy people go give thanks to Your name; di upright people go dwell for Your presence.
