Psalms 3
1 A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
Abụ Ọma Devid. Nke o dere mgbe o si nʼihu Absalọm gbapụ ọsọ ndụ. O Onyenwe anyị, ọnụọgụgụ ndị iro m dị ọtụtụ. Ọtụtụ ndị mmadụ na-ebili imegide m.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
Ọtụtụ nʼime ha na-ekwu banyere m sị, “Chineke agaghị azọpụta ya.” (Sela)
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Ma gị, Onyenwe anyị bụ ọta na-ekpuchi m; I na-ebuli isi m elu na-eme ka m bụrụ onye nwere nsọpụrụ.
4 I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Etikuru m Onyenwe anyị mkpu akwa, ọ nụkwara olu m, sitekwa nʼugwu nsọ ya za m. (Sela)
5 I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
Edinara m ala, hie ụra, ma bilikwa nʼụtụtụ nʼudo, nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị na-eche m nche.
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
A sịkwa na iri puku kwụrụ puku ndị iro agbaa m gburugburu, agaghị m atụ egwu ọbụla.
7 Arise, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
Bilie Onyenwe anyị! Zọpụta m Chineke m! Tie ndị iro m niile aka nʼagba; tipụkwa ndị ajọ omume eze nʼọnụ.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
Nʼihi na nzọpụta na-esite nʼebe Onyenwe anyị nọ na-abịa. Ka ngọzị gị dịịrị ndị gị niile. (Sela)
