Taste Am make You See

Of David, wen e do like say im craze for front of Abimelech, wey drive am comot, and e waka go.

David write dis one after e escape from Abimelech as e pretend say e don craze. E invite everybody make dem test our Papa by demself — taste and see — then e teach am plain: guard your tongue, pursue peace. Our Papa dey stay near di people wey dia heart don break, no be only di ones wey e don rescue.

Chapter 34.

I go bless our Papa all di time; im praise go dey for my mouth evrytime.

My soul dey brag inside our Papa; make di humble people hear am and dey rejoice. Make una join me magnify our Papa; make we lift im name up together.

I look for our Papa, and e answer me; e comot me from all my fear. Dem wey dey look im side dey shine; shame no go ever catch dia face. Dis poor man cry out, and our Papa hear am; e save am from all im troubles. Di angel of our Papa dey camp round dem wey dey fear am, and e dey rescue dem.

Taste am and see say our Papa good; blessing dey for di person wey dey hide inside am. Fear our Papa, una im holy people, bicos dem wey dey fear am no dey lack anytin. Di young lions dey hungry and dey lack, but dem wey dey seek our Papa no dey lack any good tin.

Come, pikin dem, hear me; I go teach una how to fear our Papa. Na who be di person wey want life and dey love plenty good days? Keep your tongue from bad tin and your mouth from talkin lie. Turn from bad tin and do good; seek peace and run after am.

Di eyes of our Papa dey on di correct-and-holy people, and im ears open to dia cry. Di face of our Papa dey against dem wey dey do bad tin, to rub dem memory comot from di earth. Di correct-and-holy people cry out, and our Papa hear; e comot dem from all dia troubles. Our Papa dey near dem wey dia heart don break; e save dem wey dia spirit don crush.

Di correct-and-holy person dey face plenty suffer-suffer, but our Papa dey comot am from all of dem. Our Papa dey guard all di bones of di correct-and-holy person; not even one of dem go break.

Bad tin go kill di wicked person, and dem wey hate di correct-and-holy person go dey condemn. Our Papa dey redeem di soul of im servants; nobody wey dey hide inside am go dey condemn.