Psalms 131

1 A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

Abụ nrigo, nke Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, nganga adịghị nʼobi m, ndụ mpako abụkwaghị ọchịchọ m; adịghị m etinye onwe m nʼokwu karịrị m maọbụ nʼihe ndị dị ukwuu karịa m.

2 Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

Ma ana m edere duu, mkpụrụobi m nọkwa jụụ; dịka nwantakịrị a napụrụ ara, ya na nne ya nọ, e, dịka nwantakịrị a napụrụ ara, otu a ka mkpụrụobi m nọ nʼime m.

3 Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.

Ndị Izrel, ka olileanya unu dịrị na Onyenwe anyị ugbu a na mgbe niile ebighị ebi.