David im Cry for Inside Darkness
For di director of music; with instruments wey get string, according to di sheminith. Na psalm of David.
David dey sick and e dey shake with fear, e don tire because e dey soak im bed with tears whole night, and e ask, how long. E argue say dead people no fit praise. Then the prayer turn: im Papa don hear im cry, and e drive im enemies comot.
6 1My Papa, no rebuke me for your vex, no discipline me for your anger. 2Show me grace, my Papa, because I no get power; 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; rescue my life. Save me because of your Covenant love.
5Because for death nobody dey remember you; for inside grave, who go praise you?
6I don tire from all my groaning. Di whole night I dey flood my bed with tears; I dey soak am with my cry.
7My eyes don weak from sorrow; dem dey 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 cry. 9My Papa don hear my plea for mercy; my Papa accept my prayer. 10All my enemy go shame and dey shake for fear; dem go turn back and one time dem go put to shame.
