Cry From di End of di Earth
For di director of music; with instrument wey get string. Na David own.
Na prayer wey one man send from the end of the earth as im heart dey weak, e dey beg im Papa make e lead am go rock wey high pass am. E want to live there, no be to visit — your tent forever — and long life for the king.
61 1Hear my cry, my Papa; listen to my prayer. 2From di end of di earth I dey call you, wen my heart dey weak; carry me go di rock wey high pass me. 3Because You don be my hiding place, strong tower wey stand against di enemy.
4I dey hungry to stay for Your tent forever, and take cover for di shade of Your wings. 5Because You, my Papa, don hear di promise wey I swear; You don give me di inheritance of dem wey dey fear Your name. 6Add more years to di king life; make im years reach plenty generation. 7Make e sidon for throne before our Papa forever; appoint Your Covenant love and faithfulness to watch over am. 8Den I go always sing praise to Your name and do wetin I swear day after day.
