Psalms 61

1 To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ ọma Devid nke eji ụbọ akwara akpọ. Nụrụ akwa m, O Chineke, gee ntị nʼekpere m.

2 From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

Ana m akpọku gị site na nsọtụ nke ụwa, ana m akpọku gị mgbe obi m na-ada mba; duru m gaa nʼoke nkume ahụ nke karịrị m elu.

3 For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

Nʼihi na ị bụrịị ebe mgbaba m, na ụlọ ahụ dịkarịrị elu, sie ike imegide onye iro ahụ.

4 I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

Ọ na-agụ m ibi nʼụlọ ikwu gị ruo mgbe ebighị ebi, ka m gbaba, zere ndụ nʼokpuru nku gị abụọ. (Sela)

5 For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

Nʼihi na gị onwe gị, Chineke, anụla nkwa niile m kwere; i nyela m ihe nketa nke ndị na-atụ egwu aha gị.

6 You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

Tụkwasị ọtụtụ ụbọchị na ndụ eze, mee ka afọ ya ruo ọtụtụ ọgbọ.

7 May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

Kwere ka ọ nọrọ nʼocheeze nʼihu Chineke ruo mgbe ebighị ebi; zidata ịhụnanya gị na ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị, ka ha na-echezikwa ya.

8 So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.

Mgbe ahụ, aga m abụ abụ otuto nye aha gị, ruo mgbe ebighị ebi. Aga m emezukwa nkwa m kwere gị ụbọchị niile.