Psalm Chapter 131

Trust Like Small Pikin

1. Dis na song of rising. Of David. Oh Baba-God, my heart no dey feel-big, and I no get big-eye; I no dey disturb my mind wit big mata, or mata wey my head no-fit carry.

2. Instead, I don cool down my soul—like small pikin wey no dey cry for hin mama breast again. My soul inside me be like pikin wey don stop to dey suck breast.

3. Oh Israel, make una put una hope on Baba-God, both now and forever.