Psalm 59
For di director of music. To di tune "No Destroy." A golden psalm of David, wen Saul send men go watch im house so dat dem fit kill am.
Saul men dey watch David house. E paint dem like pack of dog wey dey come back every evening go prowl, dey growl when dem no chop. Im own answer na to sing for morning instead, dey call im Papa im fortress.
59 1Rescue me from my enemies, my Papa; put me for high place wey safe, pass all dose wey rise up against me. 2Rescue me from dose wey dey do evil, and save me from men wey wan shed blood. 3Because see am — dem dey wait for my life; wicked men dey stir up attack against me, even doh I no do any bad thing and I no sin, my Papa. 4For notin wey I do, dem dey run come take dia position. Wake up come help me — see am!
5You, my Papa, di Papa of heaven im army, di Papa of Israel — wake up come punish all di nations; no show mercy to any wey dey plan evil for hidden way. Selah. 6Dem dey come back for evening, dey growl like dog and dey waka round di city. 7See am — dem dey pour poison comot from dia mouth; sword dey for dia lips, because dem dey think say, "Who dey hear us?" 8But you, my Papa, dey laugh dem; you dey scorn all di nations. 9My Strength, I dey watch for you; because my Papa na my strong tower. 10My Papa, for im Covenant love, go come meet me; my Papa go make me look wit victory on dose wey dey talk bad about me. 11No kill dem, if not my people go forget; wit your power make dem waka waka up and down, and bring dem down, O Sovereign Papa, our shield. 12Because of di sin of dia mouth, di words of dia lips, make dem catch for dia own pride — because of di curse and lie wey dem dey talk.
13Finish dem for anger, finish dem sotay dem no dey again, so dat people go sabi say our Papa dey rule over Jacob reach di ends of di earth. Selah. 14Dem dey come back for evening, dey growl like dog and dey waka round di city. 15Dem dey waka round dey find food, and dem dey growl if dem no belle-full. 16But I go sing about your strength; for morning I go sing loud about your Covenant love. Because you don be my strong tower, a hiding place for my time of trouble. 17My Strength, I go sing praise to you; because my Papa na my strong tower, our Papa wey dey show me Covenant love.