Di One Wey Dey See Person Wey No Get Help
For di one wey dey lead di music. Na psalm wey David write.
Na sickbed prayer wey rest on one promise: our Papa dey sustain anybody wey dey consider helpless people. Visitors dey gather gossip and comot go spread am; enemy dey calculate how soon e go die. The sharpest blow na the friend wey e trust, wey chop im bread.
41 1Blessing dey for di person wey dey think about people wey no get help; our Papa go save am for di day wey trouble come. 2Our Papa go protect am and keep am alive; dem go call am blessed for di land. You no go hand am over to di wish of im enemies. 3Our Papa go hold am up for im sickbed; for im sickness you go make am well finish.
4As for me, I talk say, “My Papa, take mercy for me; heal me, because I don sin against you.” 5My enemies dey talk bad thing about me: “Na when he go die, and im name go finish?” 6When person come see me, he dey talk empty words, while for im heart he dey gather bad talk; then he go comot go spread di bad talk.
7All di people wey hate me dey whisper togeda against me; dem dey plan bad thing for me. 8“Some deadly thing don pour for am; he no go rise again from where he lie down.” 9Even my close friend wey I trust, wey chop my bread, don turn against me. a a v9 Jesus quote dis verse for di night wey dem betray am, wey he call Judas as di friend wey share im bread and then turn against am (John 13:18).
10But you, my Papa, take mercy for me and raise me up, so that I fit pay dem back. 11Na dis one make me know say you dey happy with me: say my enemy no dey shout win over me. 12As for me, you dey hold me up for my honest way, and you put me for your presence forever.
13Make blessing dey for our Papa, from everlasting to everlasting. Amen and Amen.
