Psalms 139
1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. LORD, you have searched me, and you know me.
Abụ nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, ị nyochaala m, ị makwaara m nke ọma
2 You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.
Ị maara mgbe m na-anọdụ ala na mgbe m na-eguzo ọtọ; site nʼebe dị anya, ị na-aghọta echiche obi m niile.
3 You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
Ị na-ahụzu ọpụpụ m na ndina ala m; ị mazukwara ụzọ m niile.
4 For there is not a word on my tongue, but behold, LORD, you know it altogether.
O Onyenwe anyị, ị maara ihe m gaje ikwu tupu m kwuo ya.
5 You hem me in behind and before. You laid your hand on me.
Ị na-anọ m nʼihu, ma na-esokwa m nʼazụ, ị tụkwasịla m aka gị.
6 This knowledge is beyond me. It’s lofty. I cannot attain it.
Ihe ọmụma dị otu a dị oke omimi nye m, ọ dịkwa elu apụghị m iru ya.
7 Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
Ebee ka m ga-ezo onwe m si otu a zonarị Mmụọ gị? Ebeekwa ka m pụrụ ịgbaga ka m si nʼihu gị zoo onwe m?
8 If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol (Sheol h7585), behold, you are there!
Ọ bụrụ na m arịgoro nʼeluigwe ị nọ nʼebe ahụ. Ọ bụrụkwa na m arịda zoo onwe m nʼala mmụọ, ị nọkwa nʼebe ahụ. (Sheol h7585)
9 If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Ọ bụrụ na m efepụ nʼisi ụtụtụ dịka nwa nnụnụ, felagaa nʼebe dị nnọọ anya nke oke osimiri,
10 even there your hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me.
ọ bụladị nʼebe ahụ ka aka gị ga na-edu m aka nri gị ga-ejidesi m ike.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me. The light around me will be night,”
Ọ bụrụ na m asị, “Nʼezie, ọchịchịrị ga-ekpuchi m ìhè ga-aghọ abalị gbaa m gburugburu.”
12 even the darkness does not hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.
Ọ bụladị ọchịchịrị agaghị abụ ọchịchịrị nʼebe ị nọ; abalị ga-enye ìhè dịka ehihie, nʼihi na ọchịchịrị dị ka ìhè nʼebe ị nọ.
13 For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Ọ bụ gị kpụrụ akụkụ niile dị m nʼahụ. Ọ bụkwa gị jikọtara ha niile ka ha bụrụ otu mmadụ nʼime afọ nne m.
14 I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.
Ana m eto gị nʼihi na abụ m onye e sitere nʼoke egwu na ebube kee; ọrụ gị niile dị ebube; amaara m nke a nke ọma.
15 My frame was not hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
Ụdịdị m abụghị ihe zoro ezo nʼebe ị nọ mgbe a kpụrụ m nʼebe nzuzo ahụ, mgbe a kpakọtara m nʼebe omimi nke ụwa.
16 Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.
Anya gị abụọ hụrụ ahụ m mgbe ọ na-enweghị ụdịdị ọbụla. E dere ụbọchị niile a kwadoro m nʼime akwụkwọ gị tupu otu nʼime ha adịrị.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!
Lee ka echiche ị na-eche banyere m si dị oke ọnụahịa, o Chineke! Leekwa ka ha si dị ukwuu.
18 If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
Ọ bụrụ na m agụọ ha ọnụ, ha ga-adị ukwuu karịa ọnụọgụgụ aja dị nʼala. Mgbe m tetara, mụ na gị ka nọ.
19 If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!
O Chineke, a sịkwarị na ị ga-ala ndị ajọ omume niile nʼiyi! Sitenụ nʼebe m nọ pụọ, unu ndị na-akwafu ọbara!
20 For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.
Site nʼechiche ọjọọ, ha na-ekwu okwu banyere gị; ndị iro gị na-ekwutọ aha gị.
21 LORD, do not I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
O Onyenwe anyị, ọ bụ na m akpọghị ha asị bụ ndị kpọrọ gị asị, na-asọkwa ndị na-enupu isi megide gị oyi?
22 I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.
Ọ bụ naanị ịkpọ asị ka m nwere nʼebe ha nọ? Ana m agụnye ha dịka ndị iro m.
23 Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.
O Chineke, nyochaa m, mara obi m. Nwaa m, matakwa echiche uche m niile.
24 See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way.
Chọpụta ma o nwere ihe ọjọọ dị nʼime m, ma duo m nʼụzọ ebighị ebi.
