My Eye Fix For You
Psalm wey David write.
Evening prayer wey dem offer like incense. Wetin e ask im Papa make e guard na im own mouth and appetite — make e no join people wey dey do bad or enjoy dem sweet food — and e welcome correction from righteous man like oil for im head.
141 1My Papa, I dey call you; come quick-quick come meet me. Hear my voice wen I dey cry give you.
2Make my prayer rise reach your front like incense, di way I lift my hand, make e be like di evening offering.
3My Papa, put guard for my mouth; watch di door of my lips well well. 4No make my heart turn to any evil, make I no join do wicked things with dem wey dey do bad; and no make I chop dia sweet food.
5Make di correct-and-holy person beat me—na kindness be dat; make e correct me—na oil for my head; my head no go refuse am. But my prayer dey always stand against di things wey wicked people dey do.
6Wen dem throway dia rulers comot from di rocky cliff, den di people go hear my words, becos dem sweet. 7Just as person dey plow and break di ground open, na so our bone dem scatter for di mouth of grave.
8But my eye fix for you, my Papa wey be Oga ova all; na inside you I dey hide—no leave me without protection. 9Keep me away from di trap wey dem set for me, from di net of dem wey dey do bad. 10Make di wicked people fall inside dia own net, while na me one go pass go dey safe.
