Judges 5
1 In that day, Deborah and Barak, the son of Abinoam, sang out, saying:
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, Debọra na Barak nwa Abinoam bụrụ abụ sị,
2 “All you of Israel who have willingly offered your lives to danger, bless the Lord!
“Mgbe ndị ndu na-edu nʼIzrel, mgbe ndị mmadụ jikwa afọ ofufu nye onwe ha, toonu Onyenwe anyị!
3 Listen, O kings! Pay attention, O princes! It is I, it is I, who will sing to the Lord. I will sing a psalm to the Lord, the God of Israel!
“Nụrụnụ nke a, unu ndị eze, Geenụ ntị, unu ndịisi! Mụ onwe m, ọ bụladị mụ onwe m, ga-abụku Onyenwe anyị abụ. Aga m abụ abụ otuto nye Onyenwe anyị, bụ Chineke Izrel.
4 O Lord, when you departed from Seir, and you crossed through the regions of Edom, the earth and the heavens were moved, and the clouds rained down water.
“Onyenwe anyị, mgbe i si Sia pụta, mgbe i sitere nʼala Edọm gabiga, ụwa mara jijiji, mmiri ozuzo dị ukwuu sikwa na mbara eluigwe zodata.
5 The mountains flowed away before the face of the Lord, and Sinai, before the face of the Lord God of Israel.
E, ọ bụladị ugwu ukwu niile mara jijiji nʼihu Onyenwe anyị. Ugwu Saịnaị makwara jijiji nʼihu Onyenwe anyị, Chineke Izrel.
6 In the days of Shamgar, the son of Anath, in the days of Jael, the paths were quiet. And whoever entered by them, walked along rough byways.
“Nʼụbọchị Shamga, nwa Anat, nʼụbọchị Jael, ndị ịnyịnya ibu na-azụ ahịa nʼọzara kwusịrị, ndị ije niile na-esi nʼakụkụ ụzọ gbagọrọ agbagọ na-aga.
7 The strong men ceased, and they rested in Israel, until Deborah rose up, until a mother rose up in Israel.
Ọ dịkwaghị ihe gara aga nʼobodo Izrel, tutu ruo mgbe m bịara, ee, mgbe m bụ Debọra bịara dịka nne nye Izrel.
8 The Lord chose new wars, and he himself overturned the gates of the enemies. A shield with a spear was not seen among the forty thousand of Israel.
Mgbe ụmụ Izrel họrọ ife chi ndị ọzọ ofufe, mgbe agha bịara nʼọnụ ụzọ ama niile, ahụghị ọ bụladị otu ụta maọbụ ùbe. E, ọ bụladị nʼetiti iri puku ndị agha anọ, a hụghị otu ngwa agha ọbụla.
9 My heart loves the leaders of Israel. All you who, of your own free will, offered yourselves during a crisis, bless the Lord.
Ma ugbu a, ana m aṅụrị ọṅụ banyere ndị na-achị ụmụ Izrel. Ndị ji obi ha niile were onwe ha nye nʼetiti ndị Izrel. Toonu Onyenwe anyị!
10 You who ride upon donkeys laboring, and you who sit in judgment, and you who walk along the way, speak out.
“Kwupụtanụ ya, unu ndị na-agba ịnyịnya ibu dị ọcha, unu ndị na-anọkwasị nʼelu akwa dị oke ọnụahịa nʼelu ịnyịnya unu, na unu ndị na-eji ukwu na-agagharị nʼokporoụzọ. Tụleenụ
11 Where the chariots were struck together, and the army of the enemies was choked, in that place, let the justices of the Lord be described, and let his clemency be for the brave of Israel. Then did the people of the Lord descend to the gates, and obtain leadership.
olu abụ igwe mmadụ ndị nọ nʼakụkụ olulu mmiri niile. Ha na-akọ akụkọ mmeri niile nke Onyenwe anyị, ya bụ, mmeri nke obodo nta ya niile nʼIzrel. “Mgbe ahụ, ndị nke Onyenwe anyị ridara gaa nʼọnụ ụzọ ama niile e si abata nʼobodo.
12 Rise up, rise up, O Deborah! Rise up, rise up, and speak a canticle! Rise up, Barak, and seize your captives, O son of Abinoam.
‘Teta, teta, gị Debọra! Teta, teta, bụọ abụ. Bilie, gị Barak nwa Abinoam, bilie! Duru ndị ahụ niile ị dọtara nʼagha.’
13 The remnants of the people were saved. The Lord contended with the strong.
“Ndị fọdụrụ na ndị a na-asọpụrụ rịdatara, ndị nke Onyenwe anyị bịakwutere m imegide ndị dị ike.
14 Out of Ephraim, he destroyed those with Amalek, and after him, out of Benjamin, those of your people, O Amalek. From Machir, there descended leaders, and from Zebulun, those who led the army to war.
Ụfọdụ si Ifrem bịa, bụ ndị ahụ nwere mgbọrọgwụ nʼala ndị Amalek, ndị Benjamin sokwa pụta, ndị ndu sikwa Makia bịa, ndị na-eso ndị ndu sikwa Zebụlọn pụta.
15 The commanders of Issachar were with Deborah, and they followed the steps of Barak, who endangered himself, like one rushing headlong into a chasm. Reuben was divided against himself. Contention was found among great souls.
Ndị ndu ebo Isaka pụkwutekwara Debọra. E, Isaka sokwara Barak na ndagwurugwu ahụ ka ezigara ha nʼokpuru ya. Ma nʼetiti ndị Ruben, ha nọ na-atụgharị uche.
16 Why do you live between two borders, so that you hear the bleating of the flocks? Reuben was divided against himself. Contention was found among great souls.
Gịnị mere unu ji nọdụ nʼetiti ọgba atụrụ, ịnụ ụda ọja a na-egburu igwe atụrụ? Nʼetiti obodo niile nke Ruben, ka e nwere ọtụtụ ntụgharị uche.
17 Gilead rested beyond the Jordan, and Dan was occupied with ships. Asher was living on the shore of the sea, and dwelling in the ports.
Ndị Gilead nọgidere nʼofe ọzọ nke osimiri Jọdan. Ndị Dan nọgidekwara nʼime ụgbọ mmiri ha. Ndị Asha nọgidere nʼahụ udo nʼakụkụ ọnụ mmiri.
18 Yet truly, Zebulun and Naphtali offered their lives to death in the region of Merom.
Ma ndị Zebụlọn na Naftalị jiri ndụ ha chụọ aja, pụọ nʼọzara ibu agha ahụ.
19 The kings came and fought; the kings of Canaan fought at Taanach, beside the waters of Megiddo. And yet they took no spoils.
“Ndị eze ala Kenan bịara ọgụ na Teanak, nʼakụkụ mmiri ala Megido. Ma ha enweghị mmeri ọbụla. Ha akwataghị ọlaọcha maọbụ ihe nkwata ọzọ nʼagha.
20 The conflict against them was from heaven. The stars, remaining in their order and courses, fought against Sisera.
Ọ bụladị kpakpando niile dị na mbara eluigwe lụrụ ọgụ megide Sisera.
21 The torrent of Kishon dragged away their carcasses, the onrushing torrent, the torrent of Kishon. O my soul, tread upon the stalwart!
Mmiri na-achị ọkụ nke iyi ukwu Kishọn bupụrụ ha niile. Ya mere, mkpụrụobi m gaa nʼihu, zoo ụkwụ gị nʼala, dị ike dịka ọdụm!
22 The hoofs of the horses were broken, while the strongest of the enemies fled away with fury, and rushed on to ruin.
Gee ntị nụrụ ụda nzọ ụkwụ nke ịnyịnya ndị iro. Leekwa mwuli elu nke ụkwụ ịnyịnya ahụ!
23 ‘Cursed be the land of Meroz!’ said the Angel of the Lord. ‘Cursed be its inhabitants! For they did not come to the aid of the Lord, to the assistance of his most valiant men.’
Ma Mmụọ ozi Onyenwe anyị sịrị, ‘Bụọ Meroz ọnụ.’ ‘Bụọ ndị bi na ya ọnụ ebe ọ dị ukwuu, nʼihi na ha abịaghị nyere Onyenwe anyị aka imeri ndị iro ya.’
24 Blessed among women is Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite. And blessed is she in her tabernacle.
“Onye a gọziri karịchasịa ka Jael, nwunye Heba onye Ken bụ, e, onye a gọziri karịchasịa ndị inyom niile na-ebi nʼụlọ ikwu.
25 He begged her for water, and she gave him milk, and she offered him butter in a dish fit for princes.
Nwoke ahụ rịọrọ mmiri, ma o nyere ya mmiri ara ehi, o ji iko kwesiri ndị a na-asọpụrụ nye ya mmiri ara ehi rahụrụ arahụ.
26 She put her left hand to the nail, and her right hand to the workman’s mallet. And she struck Sisera, seeking in his head a place for the wound, and strongly piercing his temples.
O setịpụrụ aka ya were ǹtu ji ụlọ ikwu ahụ, aka nri ya welitere mkpirisi igwe nke onye ọrụ ji arụ ọrụ. Ọ kpọrọ ya Sisera otu mkpọ, kpọrie ya isi, ọ kpọwasịrị, ma kpọmie ǹtu ahụ nʼegedege ihu ya.
27 Between her feet, he was ruined. He fainted away and passed on. He curled up before her feet, and he lay there lifeless and miserable.
Nʼụkwụ ya ka o milara nʼala, nʼebe ahụ ọ dara, ka o dinara. Nʼụkwụ ya ka o milara nʼala, nʼebe ọ dara, nʼebe ahụ o milara nʼala, nʼebe ahụ ọ dara nwụọ.
28 His mother gazed through a window and wailed. And she spoke from an upper room: ‘Why does his chariot delay in returning? Why are the feet of his team of horses so slow?’
“Nne Sisera si na oghereikuku lepụ anya nʼazụ oghere ịnata ikuku, o tiri mkpu, ‘Gịnị mere ụgbọala igwe ya ji anọ ọdụ ịbịa? Gịnị ji na mkpọtụ ụkwụ ụgbọala ya adawabeghị?’
29 One who was wiser than the rest of his wives responded to her mother-in-law with this:
Ma otu nʼime ndị inyom na-ejere ya ozi, nke makarịsịrị ibe ya nʼihe. E, ya onwe ya kwukwara sị,
30 ‘Perhaps he is now dividing the spoils, and the most beautiful among the women is being selected for him. Garments of diverse colors are being delivered to Sisera as spoils, and various goods are being collected for the adornment of necks.’
‘Ọ bụ na ha adịghị achọta ma na-ekekwa ọtụtụ ihe a kwatara nʼagha: onye agha ọbụla ga-eketa otu nwaagbọghọ, maọbụ abụọ. Sisera ga-enweta uwe nwere ọtụtụ agwa dị iche iche, uwe nwere ọtụtụ agwa ndị a kpara nke ọma uwe ndị akpaziri nke ọma maka ịnya nʼolu m, ihe ndị a niile dịka ihe nkwata nʼagha?’
31 O Lord, so may all your enemies perish! But may those who love you shine with splendor, as the sun shines at its rising.” And the land rested for forty years.
“Onyenwe anyị, biko, ka ndị iro gị niile si otu a laa nʼiyi. Ka ndị niile hụrụ gị nʼanya nwupụta ihe dịka anyanwụ mgbe o biliri nʼike.” E nwere izuike nʼala ahụ iri afọ anọ.
