Song for di Holy City
Na song. Na psalm wey di sons of Korah write.
After attack fail, worshippers waka round Jerusalem wall and count her tower as evidence. The kings wey come take the city look once, panic, and run comot with labour pain. Wetin dem hear about dem Papa, na so dem come see am.
48 1Our Papa great well well, and dem suppose praise am plenty, for di city of our Papa, for im holy mountain. 2E fine for im high place, di joy of di whole earth, na Mount Zion, di far part of di north, di city of di great King. a a v2 "Di far part of di north" na old poetry name for di mountain wey belong to God, wey dem take here call Mount Zion as di holy place wey God dey stay. 3Our Papa, inside her strong buildings, don make imsef known as strong place wey pesin fit hide.
4Bicos see, di kings gada; dem come move forward togeda. 5Dem see, and one time dem shock; fear catch dem, dem run comot with panic. 6Shaking catch dem for there, pain like woman wey dey born pikin. 7With di east wind you scatter di ships of Tarshish.
8Just like we hear, na so we see, for di city of di Papa wey get di armies of heaven, for di city of our Papa; e go make her stand forever. Selah.
9We don ponder your love wey no dey change, our Papa, inside your temple. 10Like your name, our Papa, na so your praise dey reach di ends of di earth; your right hand full with correct-and-holy way. 11Make Mount Zion happy, make di daughters of Judah rejoice, bicos of your judgement dem.
12Waka round Zion, go round her; count her towers. 13Look her defence wall dem well, pass through her strong buildings, so dat you fit tell di next generation.
14Bicos dis na our Papa, our own forever and ever; e go dey guide us reach di end.
