Psalms 108
1 A Song. A Psalm. Of David. O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs and melody, even with my glory.
Abụ, Abụ Ọma Devid. Obi m dị njikere, o Chineke; aga m eji mkpụrụobi m niile bụọ abụ ma kụkwaa egwu.
2 Give out your sounds, O corded instruments: the dawn will be awaking with my song.
Teta! Ụbọ akwara na une! Aga m akpọte chi ọbụbọ.
3 I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make melody to you among the nations.
Aga m eto gị, O Onyenwe anyị, nʼetiti mba niile; aga m abụ abụ banyere gị nʼetiti ndị niile dị iche iche.
4 For your mercy is higher than the heavens: and your unchanging faith than the clouds.
Nʼihi na ịhụnanya gị dị ukwuu karịa eluigwe; ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị na-erukwa mbara eluigwe.
5 Be lifted up, O God, higher than the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.
Ka e bulie gị elu, o Chineke, karịa eluigwe niile, ka ebube gị dị nʼelu ụwa niile.
6 Let your right hand be stretched out for salvation, and give me an answer, so that your loved ones may be safe from danger.
Were aka nri gị zọpụta anyị ma nyere anyị aka, ka a gbapụta ndị ị hụrụ nʼanya.
7 This is the word of the holy God: I will be glad; I will make Shechem a heritage, measuring 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.
8 Gilead is mine; Manasseh is mine; Ephraim is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;
Gilead bụ nke m, Manase bụkwa nke m; Ifrem bụ okpu igwe m, Juda bụ mkpara eze m.
9 Moab is my washpot; on Edom is the resting-place of my shoe; over Philistia will I send out a glad cry.
Moab bụ efere ịkwọ aka m, aga m atụsa akpụkpọụkwụ m nʼelu Edọm nʼelu isi Filistia, ana m eti mkpu mmeri.”
10 Who will take me into the strong town? who will be my guide into Edom?
Onye ga-akpọrọ m gaa nʼobodo e wusiri ike? Onye ga-edu m gaa Edọm?
11 Have you not sent us away from you, O God? and you go not out with our armies.
Ọ bụghị gị, o Chineke? Gị onye jụrụ anyị, onye na-adịghị esokwa ndị agha anyị aga agha?
12 Give us help in our trouble; for there is no help in man.
Nyere anyị aka ka anyị pụọ nʼaka ndị iro, nʼihi na inyeaka mmadụ bụ ihe efu.
13 With God we will do great things; for by him will our haters be crushed underfoot.
Site na Chineke, anyị ga-enwe mmeri, ọ ga-azọpịa ndị iro anyị niile nʼala.
