A Miktam for Gath
For di director of music: follow di tune of “A Dove Wey Dey For Oak Tree Wey Far.” Na David own. Na golden psalm, wen di Philistine people catch am for Gath.
Di Philistines catch am for Gath and dem trample am all day, so David beg make dem gada im tears put inside bottle and keep am for record. Two times e talk im own steady line: na my Papa I trust — wetin ordinary human being fit do me?
56 1Show me mercy, my Papa, because people dey trample me; di whole day one attacker dey press me down. 2My enemies dey trample me di whole day; plenty of dem dey fight me with dia proud heart. 3Wen fear catch me, na you I dey put my trust for.
4For my Papa, wey I dey praise im word—na my Papa I dey trust; I no go fear. Wetin ordinary human being fit do me? 5Di whole day dem dey twist my word; all dia thought against me na wickedness. 6Dem dey gather togeda, dem dey hide dey wait; dem dey watch my step, as dem wan take my life.
7Dem go escape because of dia wickedness? For your anger, my Papa, bring di people dem down. 8You don count all di times wey I waka waka up and down; put my tears for your bottle. E no dey inside your record?
9Den my enemies go turn back wen I call. Dis one I sabi: say my Papa dey for my side. 10For my Papa I dey praise im word; for my Papa I dey praise im word.
11Na my Papa I dey trust; I no go fear. Wetin ordinary human being fit do me? 12My Papa, di promise wey I swear to you dey on top me; I go bring thank offering give you. 13Because you don save my soul from death—yes, my leg from stumble—so that I fit waka for my Papa front for di light of life.
