Wicked Rulers Dem
For di director of music: set am to "No Destroy Am." Na David own. Na golden psalm.
Na charge against judges wey dey share violence from di bench. Dem call dem poison, deaf like cobra wey refuse di charmer music. Di prayer ask make dem break dia teeth, so people fit talk plain say our Papa dey judge di earth.
58 1Abi na true say una dey talk wetin correct, una rulers? Una dey judge di pikin of man for correct way? a a v1 "No Destroy Am" na di name of di song wey dem take sing dis psalm. 2No o, for una heart una dey plan bad-bad tin; una hand dey share wahala across di land. 3Di wicked people don comot for correct way from di womb; dem don waka go astray from di day dem born dem, dey talk lie. 4Dia poison be like di poison of snake, like deaf cobra wey close im ear, 5so dat e no go hear di voice of di people wey dey do charm or di enchanter wey sabi im work well-well. 6O our Papa, break di teeth wey dey dia mouth; comot di sharp teeth of di young lion dem, our Papa! 7Make dem disappear like water wey dey run comot; wen our Papa point im arrow dem, make dem cut short. 8Like snail wey dey melt comot as e dey waka, like pikin wey die for belle wey no see di sun at all. 9Before una pot fit feel di heat of di thorn dem, whether e still green or e don dey burn, E go sweep dem comot. 10Di correct-and-holy people go rejoice wen dem see say justice don happen; dem go wash dia foot for di blood of di wicked people. 11And people go talk say, “Na true say reward dey for di correct-and-holy people; na true say our Papa dey judge di earth.”
