Psalms 17
1 A Prayer. Of David. Let my cause come to your ears, O Lord, give attention to my cry; give ear to my prayer which goes not out from false lips.
Ekpere Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, nụrụ arịrịọ m ziri ezi, nụrụkwa mkpu akwa m. Gee ntị nʼekpere m nʼihi na o siteghị nʼegbugbere ọnụ na-ekwu okwu aghụghọ.
2 Be my judge; for your eyes see what is right.
Ka mkpepụta m si nʼaka gị bịa; ka anya gị hụ ihe ziri ezi.
3 You have put my heart to the test, searching me in the night; you have put me to the test and seen no evil purpose in me; I will keep my mouth from sin.
Ọ bụ ezie na ị nyochaala obi m, i letala m nʼabalị, nwalekwaa m, ị ga-achọpụta na o nweghị ihe ọ ọjọọ bụla m zubere, na ọnụ m ekwuhiebeghị.
4 As for the works of men, by the word of your lips I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
Ndị mmadụ agbalịala inye m ngarị ma anaghị m ekwe ka mụ na ndị na-eme ihe ike nwee mmekọrịta nʼihi iwu sitere nʼegbugbere ọnụ gị.
5 I have kept my feet in your ways, my steps have not been turned away.
Nzọ ụkwụ m akpafubeghị site nʼụzọ gị, ụkwụ m agbụchapụghịkwa site nʼọnọdụ ya.
6 My cry has gone up to you, for you will give me an answer, O God: let your ear be turned to me, and give attention to my words.
Ana m akpọku gị, O Chineke, nʼihi na amaara m na ị ga-aza m; gee m ntị ma nụrụ ekpere m.
7 Make clear the wonder of your mercy, O saviour of those who put their faith in your right hand, from those who come out against them.
Zipụta ịhụnanya gị dị oke ebube; gị onye na-eji aka nri gị dị ike azọpụta ndị niile gbabara na gị site nʼaka ndị iro ha.
8 Keep me as the light of your eyes, covering me with the shade of your wings,
Chebe m dịka mkpụrụ anya gị; zoo m na ndo nke nku gị,
9 From the evil-doers who are violent to me, and from those who are round me, desiring my death.
site nʼaka ndị ajọ omume gbara m gburugburu, ọ bụladị ndị iro m, ndị chọrọ igbu m.
10 They are shut up in their fat: with their mouths they say words of pride.
Ha anaghị eme ebere, ha bụ ndị afọ tara mmiri, okwu ịnya isi juru ha ọnụ.
11 They have made a circle round our steps: their eyes are fixed on us, forcing us down to the earth;
Ha achọpụtala ebe m nọ, ugbu a, ha gbara m gburugburu, ha ji anya nkọ, jikerekwa ịtụ m nʼala.
12 Like a lion desiring its food, and like a young lion waiting in secret places.
Ha ka ọdụm agụụ na-agụ nke zoro onwe ya nʼọhịa, dịka ọdụm dị ike na-eche ihe ọ ga-adọgbu.
13 Up! Lord, come out against him, make him low, with your sword be my saviour from the evil-doer.
Onyenwe anyị, bilie guzogide ha, tigbuo ha. Jiri mma agha gị zọpụta m site nʼaka ndị ajọ omume.
14 With your hand, O Lord, from men, even men of the world, whose heritage is in this life, and whom you make full with your secret wealth: they are full of children; after their death their offspring take the rest of their goods.
O Onyenwe anyị, zọpụta m site nʼaka ndị dị otu a, site nʼaka ndị ụgwọ ọrụ ha bụ nʼụwa a. Ka ihe ịkpakọbara debere ndị ajọ omume jupụta afọ ha, ka afọ jukwa ụmụ site nʼihe ndị a, ka ha hapụrụ ihe fọdụrụ nye ụmụntakịrị ha.
15 As for me, I will see your face in righteousness: when I am awake it will be joy enough for me to see your form.
Ma mụ onwe m ga-ahụ ihu gị site nʼezi omume; mgbe m ga-ebili, afọ ga-eju m nke ọma, nʼihi na aga m ahụ gị ihu na ihu.
