How David Keep Him Mouth Quiet
For di choir-master, for Jeduthun. Na psalm wey David sing.
David try no talk anything while wicked people dey watch, and the silence make the pain worse until e burst comot. Wetin comot na request say make im Papa show am how short life be — few inch, one breath — and give am relief before e go.
39 1I talk say, “I go watch my ways so dat I no go take my tongue sin; I go put muzzle for my mouth as di wicked people dey around me.” 2I no talk at all, I keep quiet; I keep quiet even about good things, and my pain come worse pass. 3My heart come dey hot inside me; as I dey think am, di fire burn; den I open my mouth talk: 4Show me my end, my Papa, and wetin be di measure of my days self; make I know how quick I dey pass.
5Look am, you don make my days short like small inch, and my life na nothing for your eye. For true, every person na just breath. Selah. 6For true, every person dey waka around like shadow; for true, all dia hustle na for nothing; e dey pack plenty riches and e no know who go gather am. 7And now, my Papa wey be Oga over everything, wetin I dey wait for? My hope dey inside you. 8Save me comot from all my wrong-wrong things; no make me be di thing wey foolish person dey mock. 9I no dey talk; I no dey open my mouth, because na you do am. 10Comot your beating from me; di blow of your hand don finish me.
11With correction you dey discipline person because of him sin; you dey chop wetin e treasure like moth; for true, every person na just breath. Selah. 12Hear my prayer, my Papa, and listen to my cry; no close eye for my tears; because na only traveler I be with you, a guest like all my papa-papa dem. 13Take your eye comot from me, so dat I fit smile again, before I go and I no dey again.
