But for mi, I go sing about yor pawa. Evry morning, I go sing with joy about yor love wey nor dey fail, bikos na Yu bi my guide; di place where I dey hide wen trobol kom.
Den I sey, “My God! Na Yu dey protet and give mi pawa. Yu dey help mi anytime I dey for trobol. Nashons go kom from evriwhere for di eart kon sey, ‘Di gods wey awa grand-grand papa dem get, na only to lie dem know and dem nor fit save anybody.’
Na Yu bi di hope wey Israel get; so make Yu disgrace doz wey leave Yu. Make dem disappear like name wey dem rite for san, bikos dem forget Yu wey bi di spring wey dey bring fresh wota.”
God vois bi like lion own from Mount Zion; en vois dey make nois from Jerusalem and di eart with di sky kon dey shake. But God go defend and protet en pipol.
Na dis make mi sey, make una wear komplete soja uniform wey God dey give, so dat una go fit stand for groun wen trobol and wahala go kom and wen una don win, una go still stand well.