Psalms 56
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Silent Dove in Distant Lands.” A poem by David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, God, for man wants to swallow me up. All day long, he attacks and oppresses me.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Ọ bụ olu abụ “Nduru nọ nʼosisi Ook dị ebe dị anya.” Abụ nke Devid ka eji agụ ya. Abụ miktam. Mgbe ndị Filistia nọchibidoro ya nʼobodo Gat. O Chineke, meere m ebere, nʼihi na ndị mmadụ ji ike na-achụso m; ogologo ụbọchị niile, ha na-ebu agha imegide m.
2 My enemies want to swallow me up all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me.
Ogologo ụbọchị niile ndị iro m na-achụso m; site na nganga ha, ọtụtụ na-ebu agha megide m.
3 When I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.
Ma mgbe ụjọ na-atụ m, ọ bụ na gị ka m na-atụkwasị obi m.
4 In God, I praise his word. In God, I put my trust. I will not be afraid. What can flesh do to me?
Nʼime Chineke onye m na-eto okwu ya, nʼime Chineke ka m na-atụkwasị obi; ụjọ agaghị atụ m. Gịnị ka mmadụ efu pụrụ ime m?
5 All day long they twist my words. All their thoughts are against me for evil.
Ogologo ụbọchị niile, ha na-asụgharị okwu m kwuru isi; oge niile ka ha na-atụ atụmatụ imerụ m ahụ.
6 They conspire and lurk, watching my steps. They are eager to take my life.
Ha na-agba izu nzuzo na-ezokwa onwe ha, ha na-enyochapụta nzọ ụkwụ m niile, dịkwa njikere ịnapụ m ndụ m.
7 Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, God.
Nʼihi ajọ omume ha, ekwekwala ka ha gbapụ; o Chineke, nʼime iwe gị, wedaa mba ndị a niile dị iche iche nʼala.
8 You count my wanderings. You put my tears into your container. Are not they in your book?
Depụta akwa arịrị m; chekọtasịa anya mmiri akwa m niile nʼime karama gị. Ọ bụ na ha adịghị nʼakwụkwọ ndepụta gị?
9 Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call. I know this: that God is for me.
Mgbe m ga-akpọku gị maka enyemaka, ndị iro m ga-agbaghachi azụ. Site nʼụzọ dị otu a, aga m amara na Chineke nọnyeere m.
10 In God, I will praise his word. In the LORD, I will praise his word.
Nʼime Chineke, onye m na-eto okwu ya, nʼime Onyenwe anyị, onye m na-eto okwu ya,
11 I have put my trust in God. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?
nʼime Chineke ka m na-atụkwasị obi; ụjọ agaghị atụ m. Gịnị ka mmadụ pụrụ ime m?
12 Your vows are on me, God. I will give thank offerings to you.
O Chineke m, nʼisi m ka nkwa niile m kwere gị dị; aga m ewetara gị onyinye ekele m niile.
13 For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.
Nʼihi na ị zọpụtala m site nʼọnwụ, ma napụta ụkwụ m site nʼịsọ ngọngọ, ka m nwee ike jegharịa nʼihu Chineke, nʼìhè nke ndụ.
