Psalms.
35.
David Song My God, make Yu oppoz doz wey dey oppoz mi and fight doz wey dey fight mi. 
Make Yu wear yor war klot, ready for war, den kom save mi. 
Make Yu lift yor spear and javelin against pipol wey dey porshu mi, den I go bilive wetin Yu tok sey, “Na mi wey bi God, go diliver yu!” 
Make shame and disgrace follow pipol wey dey try to kill mi; make Yu drive dem back and disgrace doz wey won wound mi. 
Make Yu blow dem trowey like leaf wey breeze blow and make yor angels porshu dem. 
Make Yu make dia way dark and make groun draw dem fall, as God angel dey porshu dem, 
bikos I nor do dem any bad tin, but dem dey set trap and dig pit to katch mi. 
So make wahala kom meet dem at wons! Make di trap wey dem set for mi, katch dem! Make dem fall enter di pit wey dem dig for mi. 
Den I go happy, bikos of my God. I go happy, bikos E save mi. 
I go praiz God with all di bones wey dey my body kon sey: “Na who I wont take kompare with my Oga God? Na who go fit save pipol wey nor strong from pipol wey strong? Na who go fit protet pipol wey nor get help and poor pipol from tif?” 
Wiked pipol dey lie for my head. Dem dey akuiz mi about bad tins wey I nor do. 
Dem dey pay mi bad for di good wey I do and dia wahala dey make mi sick. 
Wen dem dey sick, I dey sorry for dem. I dey ponish mysef as I dey fast for dem. If I dey lie, make God nor ansa my prayers! 
I dey mourn for dem, just as I go do for my broda or friend. I dey bow with sorrow like sey I dey mourn for my mama. 
But wen I fall, dem go dey happy kon gada demsef togeda dey dance. Dem gada togeda to kause wahala for mi and dem nor gri stop or taya. 
Dem dey laf and koll mi difren names; while some dey try to bite mi. 
My God, na so Yu go just dey look dem? Yu nor go do anytin? Make Yu save mi from dis lions wey won kill mi! 
Den I go tank Yu for where yor pipol gada put. I go praiz Yu for all yor pipol front. 
Make Yu nor let my enemies happy sey dem win mi. Make Yu nor let pipol wey hate mi, even doh I nor do anytin, happy bikos I dey sofa. 
Dem nor dey tok about peace. Dem dey plan against innocent pipol wey dey mind dia business. 
Dem go dey shaut, “Yes o-o! Yes o-o! Wi don get am at last!” 
My God, Yu know all dis tins. So, make Yu nor just keep kwayet, make Yu nor live mi naw. 
Make Yu raiz-up kom defend mi! My Oga God, make Yu take my matter like yor own. 
Show sey I nor do anytin, bikos na Yu dey judge well. Make Yu nor let my enemies laf mi, bikos of di trobol wey I dey face. 
Make Yu nor let dem sey, “Si, wi don get wetin wi wont! Wi go chop am alive!” 
Make disgrace and shame follow pipol wey dey happy sey I dey sofa. Make nobody honor doz wey dey dance, bikos I dey sofa and make shame kover dem. 
But make Yu give joy and happiness to pipol wey dey help mi. Make dem always dey sey, “God dey great and E wont make en savant dey save!” 
Den I go tok about yor korrect judgement and I go praiz Yu forever. 
