David Cry for Inside Darkness
For di director of music; wit strings instrument, according to di sheminith. Na psalm of David.
David dey sick and e dey shake with fear, e tire from soaking im bed with tears all night, and e dey ask how long. E argue say dead people no fit praise. Then di prayer turn: im Papa don hear im crying, and e drive im enemies comot.
6 1My Papa, no rebuke me for your anger o, no discipline me for your vex. 2Show me favour, my Papa, because I weak; heal me, my Papa, because my bone dey shake for fear.
3My soul dey shake for fear. But you, my Papa — how long? 4Turn come back to me, my Papa; save my life. Rescue me because of your Covenant love.
5Because for inside death, nobody dey remember you; for inside grave, na who go praise you?
6Tiredness don finish me from all my groaning. Di whole night I dey flood my bed wit tears; I dey soak am wit my crying.
7My eye don weak from sorrow; dem don fail because of all my enemy. 8Comot for my front, all una wey dey do evil, because my Papa don hear di sound of my crying. 9My Papa don hear my cry for mercy; my Papa accept my prayer. 10All my enemy go shame and dem go dey shake for fear; dem go turn back, and one time dem go put dem to shame.
