Psalms 80
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lilies of the Covenant.” A Psalm of Asaph. Hear us, O Shepherd of Israel, who leads Joseph like a flock; You who sit enthroned between the cherubim, shine forth
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. Rally Your mighty power and come to save us.
nʼihu Ifrem, Benjamin na Manase. Kpọtee ịdị ike gị, bịa zọpụta anyị.
3 Restore us, O God, and cause Your face to shine upon us, that we may be saved.
O Chineke, kpọghachi anyị azụ, mee ka ihu gị nwukwasị anyị, ka e nwee ike ịzọpụta anyị.
4 O LORD God of Hosts, how long will Your anger smolder against the prayers 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 fed them with the bread of tears and made them drink the full measure of their tears.
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 contend with our neighbors; our enemies mock us.
I meela ka anyị bụrụ ihe na-eweta esemokwu nʼetiti ndị agbataobi anyị, ndị iro anyị na-achịkwa anyị ọchị.
7 Restore us, O God of Hosts, and cause Your face to shine upon us, that we may 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 uprooted a vine from Egypt; You drove out the nations and transplanted it.
I sitere nʼala Ijipt wepụta osisi vaịnị; ị chụpụrụ mba ndị ọzọ, kụọ ya.
9 You cleared the ground for it, and it took 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 by its shade, and the mighty cedars with its branches.
Ndo ya kpuchiri ugwu niile, alaka ya gbasara kpuchie osisi sida ukwu sida.
11 It sent out its branches to the Sea, and its shoots toward 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 who pass by pick its fruit?
Gịnị mere i ji tiwasịa mgbidi ya niile si otu a mee ka ndị niile na-agafe ghọrọ mkpụrụ ya?
13 The boar from the forest ravages it, and the creatures of the field feed upon it.
Oke ezi si nʼoke ọhịa na-emebisi ya, ụmụ ahụhụ si nʼọhịa dị iche iche na-ejikwa ya emere ihe oriri.
14 Return, O God of Hosts, we pray! Look down from heaven and see! Attend to this vine—
Lọghachikwute anyị, O Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile. Si nʼeluigwe ledata anya ma hụ! Letakwa osisi vaịnị a,
15 the root Your right hand has planted, the son You have raised up for Yourself.
mgbọrọgwụ nke aka nri gị kụrụ, ọkpara nke ị zụlitere nye onwe gị.
16 Your vine has been cut down and burned; they perish at the rebuke of Your countenance.
E gbutuola osisi vaịnị gị, e ji ọkụ repịa ya; mgbe ị bara mba, ndị gị na-ala nʼiyi.
17 Let Your hand be upon the man at Your right hand, on the son of man You have raised up for Yourself.
Ka aka gị dịkwasị nwoke ahụ nọ nʼaka nri gị, nwa nke mmadụ onye ị zụlitere nye onwe gị.
18 Then 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 Restore us, O LORD God of Hosts; cause Your face to shine upon us, that we may 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.
