Cover Me From Di Wicked People
For di director of music. Na psalm wey David write.
Prayer about wickedness wey dem organize: men wey get snake poison under dia lip, wey dey start war every day and set trap for di side of di road. David beg im Papa make e cover am for di day of battle, and e trust sey di people wey dey suffer go get dia case hear.
140 1Rescue me, my Papa, from bad-bad people; keep me safe from di wicked-hand people, 2dem wey dey plan bad-bad tin for dem heart and dey stir up war di whole day. 3Dem dey sharpen dem tongue like snake; poison of viper dey under dem lip.
4Guard me, my Papa, from di hand of di wicked people; keep me safe from di wicked-hand people, dem wey plan to make me fall. 5Di proud people don hide trap for me; dem don spread di rope of dem net; for di side of di road dem don set trap for me.
6I tell my Papa, “Na You be my Papa.” Hear di voice of my cry for mercy. 7O Papa wey be Sovereign, di strength of my salvation, You don cover my head for di day of battle. 8No gree, my Papa, wetin di wicked people want; no let dem plan work, if not dem go rise up.
9As for di head of dem wey surround me, make di trouble wey dia own lips talk cover dem. 10Make burning coal fall on top dem; make dem throw dem inside fire, inside muddy pit, make dem no rise again. 11Make no gossip-person stand strong for di land; make evil hunt di violent man down, blow upon blow.
12I know sey our Papa go fight for di one wey dem dey suffer and go bring justice for di one wey dey need am. 13For true, di correct-and-holy people go give thanks to Your name;
