Psalms 80
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Lilies of the Covenant.” A Psalm by Asaph. Hear us, Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph like a flock, you who sit above the cherubim, shine out.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi Abụ. Ọ bụ olu abụ eji ekwe “Okoko lili nke Ọgbụgba Ndụ” Abụ Ọma nke Asaf. Nụrụ olu anyị, O Onye ọzụzụ atụrụ nke Izrel, gị onye na-edu Josef dịka igwe atụrụ. Gị onye na-anọdụ dịka eze, nʼetiti cherubim, nwupụta Ìhè
2 Before Ephraim, Benjamin, and Manasseh, stir up your might! Come to save us!
nʼihu Ifrem, Benjamin na Manase. Kpọtee ịdị ike gị, bịa zọpụta anyị.
3 Turn us again, God. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.
O Chineke, kpọghachi anyị azụ, mee ka ihu gị nwukwasị anyị, ka e nwee ike ịzọpụta anyị.
4 LORD God of Armies, how long will you be angry against the prayer of your people?
O Onyenwe anyị, Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ruo ole mgbe ka iwe gị ga-adị ọkụ megide ekpere ndị gị?
5 You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.
I jirila anya mmiri dịka a ga-asị na ọ bụ achịcha zụọ ha nri; i meela ka ha ṅụọ anya mmiri nʼihe ọtụtụ.
6 You make us a source of contention to our neighbors. Our enemies laugh among themselves.
I meela ka anyị bụrụ ihe na-eweta esemokwu nʼetiti ndị agbataobi anyị, ndị iro anyị na-achịkwa anyị ọchị.
7 Turn us again, God of Armies. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.
O Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, kpọghachi anyị azụ, mee ka ihu gị nwukwasị anyị, ka e nwee ike ịzọpụta anyị.
8 You brought a vine out of Egypt. You drove out the nations, and planted it.
I sitere nʼala Ijipt wepụta osisi vaịnị; ị chụpụrụ mba ndị ọzọ, kụọ ya.
9 You cleared the ground for it. It took deep root, and filled the land.
Ị sụchaara ya ala, mgbọrọgwụ ya bara nʼime ala nke ọma, o jupụtakwara ala ahụ niile.
10 The mountains were covered with its shadow. Its boughs were like God’s cedars.
Ndo ya kpuchiri ugwu niile, alaka ya gbasara kpuchie osisi sida ukwu sida.
11 It sent out its branches to the sea, its shoots to the River.
Ọ wasaala alaka ya ruo oke osimiri wasaakwa ume ya ruo osimiri.
12 Why have you broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?
Gịnị mere i ji tiwasịa mgbidi ya niile si otu a mee ka ndị niile na-agafe ghọrọ mkpụrụ ya?
13 The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it.
Oke ezi si nʼoke ọhịa na-emebisi ya, ụmụ ahụhụ si nʼọhịa dị iche iche na-ejikwa ya emere ihe oriri.
14 Turn again, we beg you, God of Armies. Look down from heaven, and see, and visit this vine,
Lọghachikwute anyị, O Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile. Si nʼeluigwe ledata anya ma hụ! Letakwa osisi vaịnị a,
15 the stock which your right hand planted, the branch that you made strong for yourself.
mgbọrọgwụ nke aka nri gị kụrụ, ọkpara nke ị zụlitere nye onwe gị.
16 It’s burned with fire. It’s cut down. They perish at your rebuke.
E gbutuola osisi vaịnị gị, e ji ọkụ repịa ya; mgbe ị bara mba, ndị gị na-ala nʼiyi.
17 Let your hand be on the man of your right hand, on the son of man whom you made strong for yourself.
Ka aka gị dịkwasị nwoke ahụ nọ nʼaka nri gị, nwa nke mmadụ onye ị zụlitere nye onwe gị.
18 So we will not turn away from you. Revive us, and we will call on your name.
Mgbe ahụ, anyị agaghị esikwa nʼebe ị nọ laghachi azụ; tutee anyị, anyị ga-akpọkukwa aha gị.
19 Turn us again, LORD God of Armies. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.
Kpọghachi anyị azụ, O Onyenwe anyị, Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile mee ka ihu gị nwukwasị anyị, ka e nwee ike zọpụta anyị.
