Psalms 7

7 ¹O my Papa, na for inside you I take cover; save me from all di people wey dey pursue me, and rescue me, ²so dat e no go tear me like lion, wey go dey tear me for pieces and nobody go dey to save me. ³O my Papa, if I don do dis thing — if bad thing dey for my hand, ⁴if I don pay my friend back with evil, or I tief my enemy im property for nothing — ⁵den make di enemy pursue me and catch me, make e trample my life for ground and make e lay my honor for inside dust. Selah

⁶Rise up, my Papa, for your anger; rise up against di rage of my enemies; wake up for my sake — you don appoint judgment. ⁷Make di gathering of all di people come surround you; take your seat for up high on top dem. ⁸Our Papa dey judge di people. Clear my name, my Papa, according to my correct-and-holy way and according to di pure heart wey dey inside me. ⁹Make di evil of di wicked people finish, but hold di correct-and-holy people strong — you wey dey search mind and heart, O correct-and-holy Papa. ¹⁰My shield na my Papa, wey dey save di people wey get correct heart. ¹¹Our Papa na correct-and-holy judge, na God wey vex every day. ¹²If person no turn from im sin, our Papa go sharpen im sword; e don draw im bow and ready am. ¹³E don prepare im weapon wey dey kill; e dey make im arrow turn to fire wey dey burn. ¹⁴See how di wicked man belle full with evil; e carry trouble for belle and born lie. ¹⁵E dig pit and clear am well, but e fall inside di hole wey e dig. ¹⁶Di trouble wey e cause go turn back on top im own head; im wickedness go come down on top im own skull. ¹⁷I go give my Papa thanks because of im correct-and-holy way, and I go sing praise to di name of my Papa, di Most High.