David Run Comot From Absalom
Na psalm wey David sing, wen e run comot from Absalom im pikin.
David write dis one as e dey run from im own son Absalom, as people dey talk say no salvation dey for am. E answer say im Papa na shield round am, di One wey dey lift im head, and e give plain proof: e lie down, e sleep, e wake.
3 1My Papa, my enemies plenty well well! Plenty people dey rise up against me.
2Plenty people dey talk about me say, “God no dey save am.” Selah. a a v2 Selah na musical or reflective mark wey dey scatter for di Psalms — e fit be sign say make person pause and think well about wetin dem just talk. 3But you, my Papa, na shield wey dey surround me, my glory and di one wey dey lift my head up.
4I dey cry loud to my Papa, and e dey answer me from im holy mountain. Selah. 5I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because my Papa dey hold me up. 6I no go fear di tens of thousands wey don set demsef against me for every side. 7Rise up, my Papa! Save me! Because you, my Papa, don slap all my enemies for jaw; you don break di teeth of di wicked people. 8Salvation na my Papa own. Make your blessing dey on your people. Selah.
