My Rock, My Hiding Place
Na David own.
David start with hand wey dem train for war and e sharp-sharp admit how small man be — breath, shadow wey dey pass. E ask im Papa make e bend di sky come down and rescue am from liars, den e describe di peace wey e want: full barn and children wey dey thrive.
144 1Make dem bless my Papa, my rock, wey dey train my hand for war, my finger for battle— 2my Covenant love and my strong tower, my hiding place and the One wey dey rescue me, my shield wey I dey run go hide, wey dey put people under me.
3My Papa, wetin be man wey You go take notice am, the pikin of man wey You go dey think am? 4Man be like breath; im days be like shadow wey dey pass go.
5My Papa, bend Your heaven come down; touch the mountains, and dem go dey smoke. 6Flash Your lightning scatter dem; shoot Your arrows chase dem comot. 7Stretch Your hand from up there; rescue me and deliver me from the mighty waters, from the hand of foreigners, 8wey dem mouth dey talk lie and dem right hand dey swear falsely.
9My Papa, I go sing new song to You; on ten-string harp I go make music to You, 10to the One wey dey give victory to kings, wey dey rescue David im servant from the wicked sword.
11Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, wey dem mouth dey talk lie and dem right hand dey swear falsely.
12Then our sons go be like plants wey grow tall for dem youth, our daughters like corner pillars wey dem carve for palace. 13Our barns go full, dey supply every kind of harvest; our flocks go increase by thousands, by tens of thousands for our fields; 14our cattle go heavy with belle, with no wall wey dem break, no going into captivity, and no cry of trouble for our streets. 15Blessed na the people wey get such things; blessed na the people wey get our Papa as dem own.
