A Song of di Holy City
A song. A psalm of di sons of Korah.
After one attack fail, worshippers waka round Jerusalem wall and count her towers as evidence. Di kings wey come to take di city look am once, panic, and run like woman wey labor catch. Wetin dem don hear about dia Papa, now dem don see am.
48 1Our Papa great well-well, and dem suppose praise am well-well, for di city of our Papa, for im holy mountain. 2E fine for im high places, 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 poetic name for di divine mountain, wey dem take use here for Mount Zion as God im holy dwelling place. 3Our Papa, inside her strong towers, don make imsef known as one fortress.
4Because see, di kings gada; dem move forward togeda. 5Dem see, and one time dem wonder; fear catch dem, dem run comot as dem dey shake. 6Shaking catch dem for there, pain like woman wey dey born pikin. 7With di east wind you break di ships of Tarshish.
8As we don hear, na so we don see, for di city of di Papa of heaven army, for di city of our Papa; e go make her stand strong forever.
9We don think deep about your Covenant love, 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, because of your judgments.
12Waka round Zion, go round her; count her towers. 13Look her walls well, pass through her strong towers, so that you fit tell di next generation.
14Because dis one na our Papa, na our own forever and ever; e go dey guide us reach di end.
