Place To Hide For My Whole Life
Old man prayer. E don lean on im Papa since e born, and now e dey fear say dem go throw am away as im strength dey finish while im enemies dey talk say dem don abandon am. Wetin e dey ask na time — to continue to tell di next generation wetin e know.
71 1Na inside you, my Papa, I dey hide; make shame no ever catch me. 2For your correct-and-holy way, deliver me and rescue me; hear me and save me. 3Be my rock wey I dey hide, wey I fit come anytime; you don give order to save me, because na you be my rock and my strong tower. 4My Papa, rescue me from di hand of wicked people, from di grip of people wey no dey do justice and wey dey cruel.
5Because na you be my hope, Sovereign Papa, na you I dey trust since I be small pikin. 6Since dem born me, na you I dey lean on; na you carry me comot from my mama belle. I dey always praise you. 7I don turn wonder to plenty people, but na you be my strong place wey I dey hide. 8My mouth full with your praise, and with your glory di whole day.
9No throw me away for my old age; when my power finish, no forsake me. 10Because my enemies dey talk against me; dem wey dey watch to take my life dey plan together. 11Dem dey talk say, “God don forsake am; run afta am and catch am, because nobody dey to rescue am.”
12My Papa, no dey far from me; my Papa, hurry come help me! 13Make shame catch dem wey dey accuse me and make dem perish; make dem wey dey find my wahala cover with insult and disgrace.
14But I go dey hope always and I go praise you more and more. 15My mouth go talk about your correct-and-holy way, about your salvation di whole day, even though I no sabi di full size of am. 16I go come dey announce di mighty things wey Sovereign Papa don do; I go proclaim your correct-and-holy way, na your own only.
17My Papa, you don teach me since I be small pikin, and till today I dey declare your wonderful works. 18So even when I don old and my hair don white, my Papa, no forsake me, until I proclaim your power to anoda generation, your strong power to all wey go come.
19Your correct-and-holy way, my Papa, reach di high heavens. You wey don do great things, my Papa, who be like you? 20You wey don show me plenty troubles and heavy wahala go give me life again; from di deep place of di earth you go bring me up again. 21You go increase my honor and comfort me again.
22I go also praise you with harp because of your faithfulness, my Papa; I go sing praise to you with lyre, Holy One of Israel — my Papa. 23My lips go shout for joy when I dey sing praise to you, and my soul too, wey you don redeem. 24And my tongue go talk about your correct-and-holy way di whole day, because dem wey dey find my wahala don catch shame and disgrace.
