Psalms 147

147 ¹Hallelujah! As e good well-well to sing praise to our Papa; as e sweet and correct to praise am.

²Our Papa dey build Jerusalem up; e dey gather di Israel people wey scatter. ³E dey heal dem wey dia heart don break and e dey tie dia wound. ⁴E dey count di stars; e dey call every one of dem by im name. ⁵Our Papa wey dey rule over all great, and e strong for power; im understanding pass wetin person fit measure. ⁶Our Papa dey lift up dem wey dey humble; but e dey throw di wicked people down to ground.

⁷Sing to our Papa with thanksgiving; make music to am for di lyre. ⁸E dey cover di heavens with cloud; e dey send rain come di earth; e dey make grass grow for di hills. ⁹E dey give di animals dia food, and di young raven dem when dem dey cry. ¹⁰Im joy no dey for di power of horse, and im pleasure no dey for di leg of man. ¹¹Our Papa heart dey happy for dem wey dey fear am, for dem wey put dia hope for im Covenant love.

¹²Praise our Papa, Jerusalem! Praise your Papa, Zion! ¹³Because e dey make di bars of your gates strong; e dey bless your pikin dem inside your walls. ¹⁴E dey bring peace come your borders; e dey fill you up with di best wheat. ¹⁵E dey send im command go di earth; im word dey run quick-quick. ¹⁶E dey give snow like wool; e dey scatter frost like ashes. ¹⁷E dey throw im hail come down like crumb; who fit stand before im cold? ¹⁸E dey send im word and e dey melt di ice; e dey stir im wind, and di waters dey flow. ¹⁹E dey talk im word to Jacob, im laws and im judgments to Israel. ²⁰E never do dis kind thing for any other nation; dem no sabi im judgments. Hallelujah!