My Rock, My Hiding Place
Na David own.
David start with hand wey dem train for war and quick-quick e admit how small man be — breath, shadow wey dey pass. E beg im Papa make e bend di sky come down and rescue am from liar dem, then e describe di peace wey e want: barn wey full and pikin dem wey dey grow well.
144 1Make dem praise my Papa, my rock, wey dey train my hand for war, my finger for battle, 2my Covenant love and my strong-tower, my hiding-rock and my deliverer, my shield wey I dey take hide, wey dey put people under me.
3My Papa, wetin be man wey you dey take notice am, the pikin of man wey you dey think about am? 4Man be like breath; im days be like shadow wey dey pass.
5My Papa, bend your heaven come down; touch the mountains, and dem go dey smoke. 6Flash your lightning scatter dem; shoot your arrows make dem scatter run. 7Stretch your hand from up high; rescue me and deliver me from the big-big waters, from the hand of strangers, 8wey dem mouth dey talk lie and wey dem right hand dey swear false.
9My Papa, I go sing new song give you; for ten-string harp I go play music give 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 strangers, wey dem mouth dey talk lie and wey dem right hand dey swear false.
12Then our sons go be like plants wey grow tall for dem young time, our daughters like corner pillars wey dem carve for palace. 13Our barns go full, dey supply every kind of produce; our animals go increase by thousands, by ten-ten thousand for our fields; 14our cattle heavy with belle, no wall go break, nobody go go into captivity, and no cry of trouble for our streets. 15Blessed na the people wey get this kind things; blessed na the people wey get our Papa as dem own.
