Psalms 3
1 A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son. Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
Abụ Ọma Devid. Nke o dere mgbe o si nʼihu Absalọm gbapụ ọsọ ndụ. O Onyenwe anyị, ọnụọgụgụ ndị iro m dị ọtụtụ. Ọtụtụ ndị mmadụ na-ebili imegide m.
2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Ọtụtụ nʼime ha na-ekwu banyere m sị, “Chineke agaghị azọpụta ya.” (Sela)
3 But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
Ma gị, Onyenwe anyị bụ ọta na-ekpuchi m; I na-ebuli isi m elu na-eme ka m bụrụ onye nwere nsọpụrụ.
4 I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
Etikuru m Onyenwe anyị mkpu akwa, ọ nụkwara olu m, sitekwa nʼugwu nsọ ya za m. (Sela)
5 I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
Edinara m ala, hie ụra, ma bilikwa nʼụtụtụ nʼudo, nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị na-eche m nche.
6 I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
A sịkwa na iri puku kwụrụ puku ndị iro agbaa m gburugburu, agaghị m atụ egwu ọbụla.
7 Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.
Bilie Onyenwe anyị! Zọpụta m Chineke m! Tie ndị iro m niile aka nʼagba; tipụkwa ndị ajọ omume eze nʼọnụ.
8 Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
Nʼihi na nzọpụta na-esite nʼebe Onyenwe anyị nọ na-abịa. Ka ngọzị gị dịịrị ndị gị niile. (Sela)
