Psalms 102
1 A Prayer of the man who is in trouble, when he is overcome, and puts his grief before the Lord. Give ear to my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to you.
Ekpere nke onye nọ na mmekpa ahụ na ọnọdụ ịda mba, na-ekwupụta otu o si dịrị ya nʼihu Onyenwe anyị. Nụrụ ekpere m, O Onyenwe anyị; ka ịkwa akwa m maka inyeaka ruo gị ntị.
2 Let not your face be veiled from me in the day of my trouble; give ear to me, and let my cry be answered quickly.
Ezonarịla m ihu gị nʼụbọchị nsogbu m. Gee ntị nʼekpere m, zakwaa m ngwangwa.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
Nʼihi na ụbọchị m niile na-agabiga, dịka anwụrụ ọkụ; ọkpụkpụ m niile dịkwa ka ọlọkọ ọkụ.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
Mkpụrụobi m etiwaala abụọ na-achanwụkwa dịka ahịhịa; ana m echefu iri nri m.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
Nʼihi oke ịsụ ude m na-asụ, enwekwaghị m anụ ahụ ọbụla nʼahụ m. Abụ m naanị ọkpụkpụ.
6 I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
Adị m ka ikwighịkwighị nke ọzara, a dị m ka ikwighịkwighị nʼetiti ebe dakpọsịrị adakpọsị.
7 I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
Ana m amụ anya abalị niile; adị m ka nwa nnụnụ naanị ya bekwasịrị nʼelu ụlọ.
8 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
Ụbọchị niile, ndị iro m na-eji m eme ihe ọchị; ndị na-akwa m emo na-eji aha m mere ihe ịbụ ọnụ.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
Nʼihi na ejirila m ntụ mere ihe oriri m, anya mmiri m na-agwakọta nʼiko ihe ọṅụṅụ m
10 Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
nʼihi oke iwe gị, i bulitela m, ma tụpụ m nʼakụkụ.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
Ụbọchị m niile dịka onyinyo nke a na-ahụ anya mgbe anwụ na-ada. Ana m akpọnwụ akpọnwụ, dịka ahịhịa.
12 But you, O Lord, are eternal; and your name will never come to an end.
Ma gị Onyenwe anyị, na-anọgide nʼocheeze gị ruo mgbe ebighị ebi; aha gị ga-adịgide site nʼọgbọ ruo nʼọgbọ.
13 You will again get up and have mercy on Zion: for the time has come for her to be comforted.
Ị ga-ebili nwee ọmịiko nʼebe Zayọn nọ, nʼihi na oge izi ya ihuọma eruola; oge ahụ a kara aka eruola.
14 For your servants take pleasure in her stones, looking with love on her dust.
Nʼihi na nkume ya niile dị oke ọnụahịa nye ndị ohu gị; mgbe ha hụrụ uzuzu ya, ha na-emere ya ebere.
15 So the nations will give honour to the name of the Lord, and all the kings of the earth will be in fear of his glory:
Mba niile ga-atụ egwu aha Onyenwe anyị, ndị eze niile nke ụwa ga-asọpụrụkwa ebube gị.
16 When the Lord has put up the walls of Zion, and has been been in his glory;
Nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị ga-ewugharị Zayọn, ọ ga-apụta ihe nʼebube ya.
17 When he has given ear to the prayer of the poor, and has not put his request on one side.
Ọ ga-aza ekpere ndị nọ na mkpa; ọ gaghị eleda arịrịọ ha anya.
18 This will be put in writing for the coming generation, and the people of the future will give praise to the Lord.
Ka e depụta ihe ndị a maka ọgbọ nke dị nʼihu, ka ndị a na-amụbeghị nwee ike too Onyenwe anyị:
19 For from his holy place the Lord has seen, looking down on the earth from heaven;
“Onyenwe anyị sitere nʼebe nsọ ya dị elu ledata anya, o sitere nʼeluigwe ledata anya ya nʼụwa,
20 Hearing the cry of the prisoner, making free those for whom death is ordered;
ịnụ ịsụ ude nke ndị a tụrụ mkpọrọ na ịgbapụta ndị a mara ikpe ọnwụ.”
21 So that they may give out the name of the Lord in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem;
Nʼihi nke a, a ga-ekwuwapụta aha Onyenwe anyị na Zayọn; a ga-eto ya na Jerusalem,
22 When the peoples are come together, and the kingdoms, to give worship to the Lord.
mgbe mba niile na alaeze niile, ga-ezukọta nʼotu ebe, ife Onyenwe anyị ofufe.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
O meela ka ike gwụ m nʼoge ndụ m; o meela ka ndụ m dịrị mkpụmkpụ.
24 I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
Nʼihi ya, ekwuru m sị, “Anapụla m ndụ m, o Chineke m, ugbu a m ka dị ndụ; ị na-adịgide ndụ site nʼọgbọ ruo nʼọgbọ.
25 In the past you put the earth on its base, and the heavens are the work of your hands.
Na mmalite, ị tọrọ ntọala ụwa, eluigwe bụkwa ọrụ aka gị.
26 They will come to an end, but you will still go on; they all will become old like a coat, and like a robe they will be changed:
Ha ga-ala nʼiyi, ma ị ga-adịgide; ha ga-erichasị dịka akwa ochie. Ị ga-agbanwe ha dịka mmadụ si agbanwe uwe ya, ha ga-abụ ndị ewezugara ewezuga.
27 But you are the unchanging One, and your years will have no end.
Ma gị onwe gị enweghị mgbanwe, ọnụọgụgụ afọ gị adịghị agwụkwa agwụ.
28 The children of your servants will have a safe resting-place, and their seed will be ever before you.
Ụmụ ndị ohu gị ga-ebigide; ụmụ ụmụ ha ga-eguzosie ike nʼihu gị.”
