Di Weight of My Sin
Psalm wey David sing, to make person remember.
E sick, im wounds dey rotten, im friends don abandon am while im enemies dey plot; David trace im condition go back to im own sin and e no go argue back with di people wey dey accuse am. E keep quiet like deaf man and e dey wait for im Papa, di only One wey e expect say go answer.
38 1O my Papa, no vex rebuke me for your anga, and no dey discipline me for your hot vex. 2Because your arrows don enta me deep, and your hand don come down heavy for me. 3No health dey for my body because of your anga; no strong dey for my bones because of my sin.
4Because my sins don rise pass my head; like heavy load, dem too heavy for me. 5My wound dem dey smell and dey rotten because of my foolishness. 6I bend and I bow down low; di whole day I dey waka dey mourn. 7Because my side dem dey burn like fire, and no strong dey for my body.
8I don numb and dem don crush me finish; I dey groan because of di trouble wey full my heart. 9O Sovereign Papa, all my deep-want dey before you, and my groan-sigh no hide from you. 10My heart dey knock, my strength don fail me; even di light of my eyes don comot from me. 11My friends and my padi dem dey stay far from my suffer, and my near family dem stand far away.
12Dem wey dey find my life set dia trap; dem wey dey find my wound dey talk about ruin and dey plan deceit di whole day. 13But I be like deaf man wey no fit hear, like person wey no fit talk and no go open im mouth. 14I don be like man wey no dey hear, wey no get answer for im mouth. 15But na for you, my Papa, I dey wait; na you go answer, O my Sovereign Papa.
16Because I talk say, “Make dem no ever laugh me to scorn— dem wey dey boast over me when my leg slip.” 17Because I don ready to fall, and my pain dey always before me. 18I confess my guilt; my sin dey worry me. 19But my enemies dem strong well well, and plenty be dem wey dey hate me for nothing.
20Dem wey dey pay me bad for di good dey accuse me because I dey pursue wetin good. 21No forsake me, my Papa; no stand far from me, my Papa. 22Hurry come help me, O Sovereign Papa, my salvation.
