For di director of music. Na psalm wey David write.
E open with rescue wey don already happen: dem lift am comot mud, put im leg for rock, give am new song. Then e turn face front, because obedience dey wanted pass sacrifice — and e still end inside trouble, sin wey person no fit count, e dey beg im Papa make e hurry.
40 1I wait with patience for our Papa; E turn come my side, E hear as I dey cry. 2E lift me comot for di pit of destruction, comot for di thick mud; E put my leg for solid rock, E make my steps stand strong.
3E put new song for my mouth, praise song to our Papa. Plenty people go see, dem go fear, and dem go put dia trust for our Papa. 4Blessing dey for di person wey make our Papa im trust, wey no dey turn go meet proud people, or dem wey dey run after lies.
5My Papa, di wonders wey You don do plenty, and Your thoughts toward us; nothing fit compare with You. If I wan declare am and tell everybody, dem go too many to count. 6Sacrifice and offering na so You no want am, but You don open my ears. Burnt offering and sin offering na so You no ask for. 7Den I talk say, “See me here, I don come — for di scroll of di book dem write about me.”
8I wan do Your will, my Papa; Your law dey inside my heart. 9I don proclaim di good news of correct-and-holy way for di big gathering; I no lock my mouth, my Papa, as You sabi.
10I no hide Your correct-and-holy way inside my heart; I don talk about Your faithfulness and Your salvation. I no hide Your Covenant love and Your truth from di big gathering. 11No hold back Your tender mercy wey dey pain belle from me, my Papa; make Your Covenant love and Your truth always protect me.
12Because trouble wey no get number surround me; my sins don catch me, and I no fit see. Dem plenty pass di hair for my head, and my heart don faint. 13Abeg, my Papa, save me; my Papa, quick come help me. 14Make all dem wey wan take my life carry shame and disgrace; make dem wey want make I spoil turn back with shame.
15Make dem wey dey tell me, “Aha! Aha!” shock for dia own shame. 16But make all dem wey dey seek You rejoice and dey glad for You; make dem wey love Your salvation always talk say, “Our Papa great well well!” 17As for me, I be poor and needy person; make my Papa wey be di Sovereign One think of me. You be my help and my Savior; no delay, my Papa.
