Psalms 7
1 A Psalm of David, which he sang to the Lord because of the words of Cush, the son of Jemini. O Lord, my God, in you I have hoped. Save me from all those who persecute me, and free me:
Abụ Shiggaion nke Devid, nke ọ bụkuru Onyenwe anyị banyere Kush, onye Benjamin. Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, nʼime gị ka m gbabara; zọpụta m, ma napụta m site nʼaka ndị niile na-achụ m ọsọ,
2 lest at any time, like a lion, he might seize my soul, while there is no one to redeem me, nor any who can save.
ma ọ bụ ha adọkaa m dịka ọdụm, ha ga-adọsasịkwa m ebe mmadụ ọbụla enweghị ike ịnapụta m.
3 O Lord, my God, if there is iniquity in my hands, if I have done this:
O Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, ọ bụrụ na m mere ihe dị otu a; ọ bụrụkwa na aka m adịghị ọcha.
4 if I have repaid those who rendered evils to me, may I deservedly fall away empty before my enemies:
Ọ bụrụ na m jiri ihe ọjọọ kwụghachi onye mụ na ya nọ nʼudo ụgwọ, maọbụ site nʼụzọ na-ezighị ezi zuo ihe onye iro m.
5 let the enemy pursue my soul, and take hold of it, and trample my life into the earth, and drag down my glory into the dust. (Pause)
Mgbe ahụ, ka onye iro m chụọ m ọsọ, jide m; ka ọ tụọ m nʼala zọpịa ndụ m, mee ka m bụrụ onye a ga-ahapụ nʼuzuzu nʼọnọdụ ọdịndụ-ọnwụkamma. (Sela)
6 Rise up, Lord, in your anger. And be exalted to the borders of my enemies. And rise up, O Lord my God, according to the precept that you commanded,
Bilie, Onyenwe anyị, nʼiwe gị, bilie megide oke iwe ndị iro m; teta Chineke m, kpee ikpe ziri ezi.
7 and a congregation of people will surround you. And, because of this, return on high.
Ka nzukọ niile chịkọtara onwe ha ọnụ gbaa gị gburugburu, ebe ị na-anọkwasịkwa nʼebe dị elu na-achị ha.
8 The Lord judges the people. Judge me, O Lord, according to my justice and according to my innocence within me.
Ka Onyenwe anyị kpee ụmụ mmadụ niile ikpe. Kpee m ikpe, O Onyenwe anyị, dịka ezi omume m si dị, na dịka izuoke m si dị, gị Onye kachasị ihe niile elu.
9 The wickedness of sinners will be consumed, and you will direct the just: the examiner of hearts and temperaments is God.
O Chineke onye ezi omume, onye na-enyochapụta echiche na obi mmadụ, mee ka ihe ike ndị ajọ omume bịa na njedebe meekwa ka ndị ezi omume guzosie ike.
10 Just is my help from the Lord, who saves the upright of heart.
Chineke nke kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ ọta m, ọ na-azọpụta ndị niile obi ha ziri ezi.
11 God is a just judge, strong and patient. How could he be angry throughout every day?
Chineke bụ onye na-ekpe ikpe ziri ezi, Chineke, onye na-ezipụta oke iwe ya kwa ụbọchị.
12 Unless you will be converted, he will brandish his sword. He has extended his bow and made it ready.
Ọ bụrụ na onye ahụ echegharịghị, ọ ga-amụ mma agha ya ka ọ dịrị nkọ, ọ ga-arọgọ ụta ya, kwadokwa ịgba ya.
13 And with it, he has prepared instruments of death. He has produced his arrows for those on fire.
Ọ kwadoola ngwa agha niile nke ọnwụ; ọ na-eme ka àkụ ya bụrụ nke na-ere ọkụ.
14 Behold him who has given birth to injustice: he has conceived sorrow and has begotten iniquity.
Onye ọbụla dị ime ajọ ihe, na-atụrụ ime okwu na ụka mụpụtakwa ngharịpụ nke ụgha na-eweta.
15 He has opened a pit and enlarged it. And he has fallen into the hole that he made.
Ma onye ahụ na-egwu olulu na-adaba nʼime olulu ahụ o gwuru.
16 His sorrow will be turned upon his own head, and his iniquity will descend upon his highest point.
Nsogbu ahụ ọ kpaliri na-abịakwasị ya ihe ike ahụ ọ kwadooro na-alaghachikwa azụ dakwasị ya nʼisi.
17 I will confess to the Lord according to his justice, and I will sing a psalm to the name of the Lord Most High.
Aga m enye Onyenwe anyị ekele nʼihi ezi omume ya, aga m abụku aha Onyenwe anyị, Onye kachasị ihe niile elu abụ otuto.
