Psalms 90
1 A prayer of Moses the man of God. Lord, You have been our dwelling place through all generations.
Ekpere Mosis, bụ onyeozi Chineke. O Onyenwe anyị, ebe obibi ka gị onwe gị bụrịị nye anyị nʼọgbọ niile.
2 Before the mountains were born or You brought forth the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting You are God.
Tupu e kee ugwu niile, na tupu a kpụọ ụwa na elu ụwa, siterị na mgbe ebighị ebi ruo ebighị ebi, ị bụ Chineke.
3 You return man to dust, saying, “Return, O sons of mortals.”
Ị na-eme ka mmadụ laghachi bụrụ aja mgbe i kwuru okwu sị, “Unu ụmụ mmadụ, laghachi bụrụ aja.”
4 For in Your sight a thousand years are but a day that passes, or a watch of the night.
Puku afọ dị nʼanya gị dịka otu ụbọchị; ha dịka ụnyaahụ gafere agafe maọbụ ka otu awa nke anyasị.
5 You whisk them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
Nʼime ụra nke ọnwụ ka ị na-ekpochapụ mmadụ; ha dịka ahịhịa ọhụrụ nke na-epupụta nʼisi ụtụtụ,
6 in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.
ọ bụ ezie na ọ na-agbawa ụzarị na-etokwa eto nʼụtụtụ, ma nʼanyasị, ọ na-akpọnwụ ma-achanwụkwaa.
7 For we are consumed by Your anger and terrified by Your wrath.
E meela ka anyị gwụsịa nʼihi oke iwe gị megide anyị; anyị na-amakwa jijiji nʼihi ọnụma gị.
8 You have set our iniquities before You, our secret sins in the light of Your presence.
Ị gbasaala njehie anyị niile nʼihu gị. Ị na-ahụzukwa mmehie nzuzo anyị niile.
9 For all our days decline in Your fury; we finish our years with a sigh.
Ogologo ụbọchị anyị niile na-agabiga nʼoke iwe gị; afọ ndụ anyị nke fọdụrụ ka anyị na-ebi dịka okwu e ji nwayọọ kwuo na mwute.
10 The length of our days is seventy years— or eighty if we are strong— yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
Ogologo ụbọchị anyị niile nwere ike ruo afọ iri asaa, maọbụ afọ iri asatọ, ma ọ bụrụ na ike anyị adịgide, ma otu ọ dị, nke a ga-asị na ọ bụ ya kachasị mma na-ejupụta na nsogbu na ịsụ ude, nʼihi na ha na-agabiga ọsịịsọ, anyị onwe anyị na-efelakwa.
11 Who knows the power of Your anger? Your wrath matches the fear You are due.
Onye pụrụ ịghọta ịdị ike nke oke iwe gị? Nʼihi na oke iwe gị dị ukwuu dịka ịtụ egwu kwesiri gị si dị ukwuu.
12 So teach us to number our days, that we may present a heart of wisdom.
Kuziere anyị ịgụ ụbọchị niile nke ndụ anyị ọnụ, ka anyị si otu a nweta obi amamihe jupụtara.
13 Return, O LORD! How long will it be? Have compassion on Your servants.
O Onyenwe anyị, nwee ntụgharị obi! Tutu ruo ole mgbe ka ọ ga-adị? Meere ndị ohu gị ebere.
14 Satisfy us in the morning with Your loving devotion, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
Jiri ịhụnanya gị nke na-adịgide adịgide, mejupụta anyị nʼụtụtụ, ka anyị nwee ike ịbụ abụ ọṅụ ma nwekwaa obi ụtọ ogologo ụbọchị ndụ anyị niile.
15 Make us glad for as many days as You have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen evil.
Mee ka anyị nwee obi ụtọ, nke ọnụọgụgụ ụbọchị ya ga-adịkwa ka ọnụọgụgụ ụbọchị niile ị tara anyị ahụhụ, ka ọnụọgụgụ afọ ya dịkwa ka ọnụọgụgụ afọ niile anyị hụrụla nsogbu.
16 May Your work be shown to Your servants, and Your splendor to their children.
Kwere ka ndị ohu gị hụ ọrụ gị dị iche iche, ka ụmụ ha hụkwa ịma mma gị.
17 May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us; establish for us the work of our hands— yes, establish the work of our hands!
Ka ihuọma Chineke, Onyenwe anyị dịkwasị anyị; mee ka ọrụ aka anyị guzosie ike, e, mee ka ọrụ aka anyị guzosie ike.
