Di Mouth Wey Dey Blow
For di director of music. Na wisdom psalm of David. Wen Doeg di Edomite come tell Saul say, "David don go di house of Ahimelech."
Dis one point to Doeg, wey report di priests give Saul. Dem call am man wey love word wey dey chop pesin, wey trust im own wealth, and dem tell am say dem go tear am comot from im tent — while di singer dey grow like olive tree for our Papa house.
52 1Wetin make you dey blow about wickedness, you big man? Di faithful love of our Papa dey stand strong di whole day.
2Your tongue dey plan destruction, like razor wey dem sharpen, you deceiver. 3You love bad-bad thing pass good thing, and lie pass to talk wetin correct. Selah.
4You love every word wey dey chop person finish, you tongue wey full of deceit. 5But our Papa go pull you down forever; e go grab you comot, e go pluck you comot from your tent; e go uproot you from di land of di living. Selah.
6Di correct-and-holy people go see am and fear; dem go laugh am, dey talk say, 7"Look di man wey no gree make our Papa im hiding place, but e put im trust for im plenty riches and e come strong by dey destroy other people." 8But me, I be like olive tree wey dey flourish for di house of our Papa; I trust di faithful love of our Papa forever and ever. 9I go praise you forever for wetin you don do; for front of your faithful people I go put my hope for your name, because e good.
