A Song for di Sabbath
A psalm. A song for di Sabbath day.
Na Sabbath song about different timescales. Wicked people sprout fast like grass and dem don go; the righteous dey grow slow, like palm and cedar, still dey bear fruit and still dey green for old age because of where dem plant dem — our Papa courts.
92 1E good make we give thanks to our Papa, make we sing praises to your name, Most High, 2make we talk your Covenant love wey no dey change for morning, and your faithful heart troway di nights, 3for di lute wey get ten strings and for di harp, with di sweet sound of di lyre. 4Because you don make my heart glad, our Papa, with your work; for di work wey your hand do, I dey sing for joy. 5How your work take big reach, our Papa! Your thoughts deep well well! 6Di man wey no get sense no dey know, and di foolish person no dey understand dis one:
7Even as di wicked people dey grow like grass and all di people wey dey do evil dey flourish, dem go perish forever. 8But you, our Papa, dey for up forever. 9See am, your enemies, our Papa — see am, your enemies go perish; all di people wey dey do evil go scatter. 10But you don raise my horn high like wild ox; you don pour fresh oil on top my head. 11My eyes don look my enemies wey dey watch me; my ears don hear di doom of di wicked people wey rise against me. 12Di correct-and-holy people dey flourish like palm tree; dem dey grow like cedar for Lebanon. 13Dem plant dem for inside di house of our Papa, dem dey flourish for di courts of our Papa. 14Even wen dem don old, dem still dey bear fruit; dem dey fresh and green, 15make dem show sey our Papa dey straight; na im be my rock, and no bad-and-crooked way dey inside am.
