Fight For Me, My Papa
Na David own.
Men wey e once fast and wear mourning cloth for when dem sick na dem dey attack am, so David ask im Papa make e carry shield and spear himself. The wound na the betrayal: dem pay im kindness with gloating the moment e stumble.
35 1My Papa, fight against dem wey dey fight against me; make war against dem wey dey make war against me.
2Take hold of di big shield and di small shield, and rise up come help me. 3Draw di spear and di javelin against dem wey dey chase me; talk to my soul say, “Na me be your salvation.”
4Make shame and disgrace catch dem wey dey find my life; make dem turn back and shame cover dem wey dey plan my wahala. 5Make dem be like chaff wey wind dey blow, wit di messenger of our Papa dey drive dem go. 6Make dem road be dark and slippery, wit di messenger of our Papa dey chase dem.
7Because wey no reason dey, dem hide dem net for me; wey no reason dey, dem dig pit for my life. 8Make destruction come on am wen e no expect am; make di net wey e hide catch am; make e fall inside dat very destruction.
9Den my soul go rejoice for my Papa; e go dey glad for im salvation. 10All my bones go talk say, “My Papa, who be like you, wey dey rescue di poor man from di one wey too strong pass am, di poor and needy from di one wey dey rob am?”
11Wicked witness dem rise up; dem dey question me about things wey I no know. 12Dem pay me evil for good; dem leave my soul empty. 13But me, wen dem dey sick, I wear mourning cloth; I humble myself wit fasting, and my prayer keep dey return come my own heart. a a v13 “My prayer keep dey return come my own heart” no too clear wetin e mean; e fit mean say David prayers na from true heart but dem no answer am. 14I waka around like person wey dey mourn im friend or im brother; I bend down for mourning, like person wey dey cry for im mama. 15But wen I stumble, dem rejoice and gather together; attacker dem wey I no know gather against me, dey tear me without stop. 16Like godless people wey dey mock for feast, dem grind dem teeth against me.
17My Sovereign Papa, how long you go just dey look? Rescue my soul from dem wickedness, my only life from di lions. 18I go thank you for di great assembly; among plenty crowd I go praise you. 19No make my liar enemy dem laugh over me, and no make dem wey hate me wey no reason dey wink dem eye. b b v19 Jesus take dis line put for imself — dem wey hate am “wey no reason dey” — as di hate wey di world show am for di road wey lead to di cross (John 15:25). 20Because dem no dey talk peace, but against di quiet people of di land dem dey plan liar liar scheme. 21Dem open dem mouth wide against me; dem talk say, “Aha! Aha! Our own eye don see am!”
22You don see am, my Papa; no keep quiet. My Sovereign Papa, no dey far from me. 23Wake up and rise for my vindication, for my case, my Sovereign Papa! 24Vindicate me, my Papa, according to your correct-and-holy way, and no make dem laugh over me. 25No make dem talk for dem heart say, “Aha, na exactly wetin we want!” No make dem talk say, “We don swallow am finish.”
26Make shame and disgrace catch dem together wey dey rejoice for my trouble; make shame and disgrace cover dem wey dey lift demself over me. 27Make dem wey dey happy for my vindication shout for joy and dey glad; make dem always talk say, “Our Papa great well well, e dey take joy for di well-being of im servant!”
28Den my tongue go tell about your correct-and-holy way, about your praise di whole day.
