Psalms 60
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Lily of the Covenant.” A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt. God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi Abụ. Ọ bụ olu abụ eji ekwe “Okoko lili nke Ọgbụgba Ndụ.” Abụ miktam nke Devid maka izi ihe. Mgbe ọ lụsoro Aram Naharaim na Aram Zoba ọgụ, nakwa mgbe Joab lọghachitara, tigbuo narị ndị Edọm iri nʼabụọ na Ndagwurugwu Nnu. O Chineke, ị jụla anyị, ị tịwawo anyị nʼike; i wesola anyị iwe, ugbu a, kpọghachi anyị.
2 You have made the land tremble. You have torn it. Mend its fractures, for it quakes.
I meela ka ala a maa jijiji, ị dọwakwala ya; mezie ntiwa ya niile, nʼihi na ọ na-ama jijiji.
3 You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.
I meela ka ndị gị gabiga ọnọdụ ihe isi ike; i nyela anyị mmanya nke mere ka anyị na-adagharị.
4 You have given a banner to those who fear you, that it may be displayed because of the truth. (Selah)
Ma nye ndị na-atụ egwu gị, i weliela otu ọkọlọtọ nke a ga-agbasa nʼihi eziokwu imegide ụta nke ndị iro. (Sela)
5 So that your beloved may be delivered, save with your right hand, and answer us.
Were aka nri gị zọpụta anyị ma nyere anyị aka, ka a gbapụta ndị ị hụrụ nʼanya.
6 God has spoken from his sanctuary: “I will triumph. I will divide Shechem, and measure out the valley of Succoth.
Chineke esitela nʼịdị nsọ ya kwuo, sị, “Nʼọnọdụ ọṅụ nke mmeri, aga m ekesa Shekem, tụkwaa Ndagwurugwu Sukọt nʼihe ọtụtụ nyepụ ya.
7 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is the defense of my head. Judah is my scepter.
Gilead bụ nke m, otu a kwa, Manase bụkwa nke m; Ifrem bụ okpu igwe m, Juda bụ mkpara eze m.
8 Moab is my wash basin. I will throw my sandal on Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia.”
Moab bụ efere ịkwọ aka m, aga m atụsa akpụkpọụkwụ m nʼelu Edọm; nʼelu isi Filistia, ana m eti mkpu mmeri.”
9 Who will bring me into the strong city? Who has led me to Edom?
Onye ga-akpọrọ m gaa nʼobodo e wusiri ike? Onye ga-edu m gaa Edọm?
10 Have not you, God, rejected us? You do not go out with our armies, God.
Ọ bụghị gị, O Chineke? Gị onye jụrụ anyị, onye na-adịghị esokwa ndị agha anyị aga agha?
11 Give us help against the adversary, for the help of man is vain.
Nyere anyị aka ka anyị pụọ nʼaka ndị iro, nʼihi na inyeaka mmadụ bụ ihe efu.
12 Through God we will do valiantly, for it is he who will tread down our adversaries.
Site na Chineke, anyị ga-enwe mmeri, ọ ga-azọpịa ndị iro anyị niile nʼala.
