For di director of music; on di gittith. Na psalm of Asaph.
Festival music — trumpet, tambourine, new moon — and our Papa own voice cut inside. E remember how e lift the basket comot for their shoulder and e talk say, open your mouth wide and I go fill am. Then the ache: if only my people go listen.
81 1Sing with joy to our Papa, our strength; shout loud give our Papa of Jacob! 2Start di song, beat di tambourine, di sweet lyre and di harp. 3Blow di trumpet for di new moon, for di full moon, for di day of our feast. 4Because na law for Israel, na order wey come from our Papa of Jacob.
5E put am as testimony for Joseph wen e comot go fight di land of Egypt. I hear one language wey I no bin sabi before:
6“I comot di heavy load from im shoulder; im hand free from di basket.
7For your trouble you call, and I save you; I answer you from di hiding place of thunder; I test you for di waters of Meribah. Selah 8Hear, my people, and I go warn you — Israel, if only you go listen to me! 9No foreign god must dey among you; you no must bow down to any oda god.
10Na me be your Papa, wey bring you comot from di land of Egypt. Open your mouth wide, and I go fill am. 11But my people no gree listen to my voice; Israel no gree bow to me. 12So I leave dem to dia hard hearts, make dem follow dia own plans. 13If only my people go listen to me, if Israel go waka for my ways! 14How quick I for don beat dia enemies and turn my hand against dia foes! 15Dem wey hate our Papa go shake before am, and dia punishment go last forever. 16But e for feed dem with di best wheat; with honey from di rock I for satisfy you.
