Psalms 102
1 A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before the LORD. Hear my prayer, LORD! Let my cry come to you.
Ekpere nke onye nọ na mmekpa ahụ na ọnọdụ ịda mba, na-ekwupụta otu o si dịrị ya nʼihu Onyenwe anyị. Nụrụ ekpere m, O Onyenwe anyị; ka ịkwa akwa m maka inyeaka ruo gị ntị.
2 Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
Ezonarịla m ihu gị nʼụbọchị nsogbu m. Gee ntị nʼekpere m, zakwaa m ngwangwa.
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
Nʼihi na ụbọchị m niile na-agabiga, dịka anwụrụ ọkụ; ọkpụkpụ m niile dịkwa ka ọlọkọ ọkụ.
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
Mkpụrụobi m etiwaala abụọ na-achanwụkwa dịka ahịhịa; ana m echefu iri nri m.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
Nʼihi oke ịsụ ude m na-asụ, enwekwaghị m anụ ahụ ọbụla nʼahụ m. Abụ m naanị ọkpụkpụ.
6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.
Adị m ka ikwighịkwighị nke ọzara, a dị m ka ikwighịkwighị nʼetiti ebe dakpọsịrị adakpọsị.
7 I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.
Ana m amụ anya abalị niile; adị m ka nwa nnụnụ naanị ya bekwasịrị nʼelu ụlọ.
8 My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
Ụbọchị niile, ndị iro m na-eji m eme ihe ọchị; ndị na-akwa m emo na-eji aha m mere ihe ịbụ ọnụ.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
Nʼihi na ejirila m ntụ mere ihe oriri m, anya mmiri m na-agwakọta nʼiko ihe ọṅụṅụ m
10 because of your indignation and your wrath; for you have taken me up and thrown me away.
nʼihi oke iwe gị, i bulitela m, ma tụpụ m nʼakụkụ.
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
Ụbọchị m niile dịka onyinyo nke a na-ahụ anya mgbe anwụ na-ada. Ana m akpọnwụ akpọnwụ, dịka ahịhịa.
12 But you, LORD, will remain forever; your renown endures to all generations.
Ma gị Onyenwe anyị, na-anọgide nʼocheeze gị ruo mgbe ebighị ebi; aha gị ga-adịgide site nʼọgbọ ruo nʼọgbọ.
13 You will arise and have mercy on Zion, for it is time to have pity on her. Yes, the set time has come.
Ị ga-ebili nwee ọmịiko nʼebe Zayọn nọ, nʼihi na oge izi ya ihuọma eruola; oge ahụ a kara aka eruola.
14 For your servants take pleasure in her stones, and have pity on her dust.
Nʼihi na nkume ya niile dị oke ọnụahịa nye ndị ohu gị; mgbe ha hụrụ uzuzu ya, ha na-emere ya ebere.
15 So the nations will fear the LORD’s name, all the kings of the earth your glory.
Mba niile ga-atụ egwu aha Onyenwe anyị, ndị eze niile nke ụwa ga-asọpụrụkwa ebube gị.
16 For the LORD has built up Zion. He has appeared in his glory.
Nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị ga-ewugharị Zayọn, ọ ga-apụta ihe nʼebube ya.
17 He has responded to the prayer of the destitute, and has not despised their prayer.
Ọ ga-aza ekpere ndị nọ na mkpa; ọ gaghị eleda arịrịọ ha anya.
18 This will be written for the generation to come. A people which will be created will praise the LORD,
Ka e depụta ihe ndị a maka ọgbọ nke dị nʼihu, ka ndị a na-amụbeghị nwee ike too Onyenwe anyị:
19 for he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary. From heaven, the LORD saw the earth,
“Onyenwe anyị sitere nʼebe nsọ ya dị elu ledata anya, o sitere nʼeluigwe ledata anya ya nʼụwa,
20 to hear the groans of the prisoner, to free those who are condemned to death,
ịnụ ịsụ ude nke ndị a tụrụ mkpọrọ na ịgbapụta ndị a mara ikpe ọnwụ.”
21 that men may declare the LORD’s name in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem,
Nʼihi nke a, a ga-ekwuwapụta aha Onyenwe anyị na Zayọn; a ga-eto ya na Jerusalem,
22 when the peoples are gathered together, the kingdoms, to serve the LORD.
mgbe mba niile na alaeze niile, ga-ezukọta nʼotu ebe, ife Onyenwe anyị ofufe.
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
O meela ka ike gwụ m nʼoge ndụ m; o meela ka ndụ m dịrị mkpụmkpụ.
24 I said, “My God, do not take me away in the middle of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
Nʼihi ya, ekwuru m sị, “Anapụla m ndụ m, o Chineke m, ugbu a m ka dị ndụ; ị na-adịgide ndụ site nʼọgbọ ruo nʼọgbọ.
25 Of old, you laid the foundation of the earth. The heavens are the work of your hands.
Na mmalite, ị tọrọ ntọala ụwa, eluigwe bụkwa ọrụ aka gị.
26 They will perish, but you will endure. Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment. You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.
Ha ga-ala nʼiyi, ma ị ga-adịgide; ha ga-erichasị dịka akwa ochie. Ị ga-agbanwe ha dịka mmadụ si agbanwe uwe ya, ha ga-abụ ndị ewezugara ewezuga.
27 But you are the same. Your years will have no end.
Ma gị onwe gị enweghị mgbanwe, ọnụọgụgụ afọ gị adịghị agwụkwa agwụ.
28 The children of your servants will continue. Their offspring will be established before you.”
Ụmụ ndị ohu gị ga-ebigide; ụmụ ụmụ ha ga-eguzosie ike nʼihu gị.”
