Psalms 55
1 To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments: an instruction. Of David. Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ eji ụbọ akwara akpọ. Abụ maskil Devid. O Chineke, nụrụ ekpere m, agbakwala arịrịọ m nkịtị;
2 Attend unto me, and answer me: I wander about in my plaint, and I moan aloud,
ṅaa m ntị, zaakwa m. Echiche m na-esogbu m; ana m asụkwa oke ude
3 Because of the voice of the enemy; because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in anger they persecute me.
nʼihi ihe onye iro m na-ekwu, nʼihi ịba mba nke ndị ajọ mmadụ, nʼihi na ha na-ewetara m ntaramahụhụ, na-akpagbu m nʼiwe ha.
4 My heart is writhing within me, and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
Obi m nọ nʼọnọdụ oke ihe mgbu nʼime m; oke ụjọ nke ọnwụ abịakwasịla m.
5 Fear and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.
Ịtụ egwu na ahụ ịma jijiji abịakwasịkwala m; oke egwu ekpuchiela m.
6 And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away, and be at rest;
Agwara m onwe m okwu sị, “A sịkwarị na m nwere nku dịka nduru! Agaara m efelaga ebe ọzọ gaa zuru ike.
7 Behold, I would flee afar off, I would lodge in the wilderness; (Selah)
Agaara m efelaga ebe dị anya, ga nọrọ nʼọzara; (Sela)
8 I would hasten my escape from the stormy wind, from the tempest.
Agaara m eme ngwangwa gaa nʼebe mgbaba m, ebe dị anya site nʼebe ifufe siri ike na oke ifufe dị.”
9 Swallow [them] up, Lord; divide their tongue: for I have seen violence and strife in the city.
O Onyenwe anyị, gbagwojuo ndị ajọ omume anya, mee ka ha ghara ịghọta ihe ibe ha na-ekwu, nʼihi na ana m ahụ ihe ike na ịlụ ọgụ nʼime obodo.
10 Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof; and iniquity and mischief are in the midst of it.
Ehihie na abalị, ha na-ejegharị nʼelu mgbidi ya; iro na mmegbu dị nʼime ya.
11 Perversities are in the midst thereof; and oppression and deceit depart not from its streets.
A na-ahụta akaọrụ ihe ịla nʼiyi nʼime obodo; ihe ike na ụgha ewerela ọnọdụ ha nʼime obodo.
12 For it is not an enemy that hath reproached me — then could I have borne it; neither is it he that hateth me that hath magnified [himself] against me — then would I have hidden myself from him;
A sị na ọ bụ onye iro ji m eme ihe ọchị, apụrụ m ịnagide ya; a sịkwa na ọ bụ onye iro na-eweli onwe ya megide m, apụrụ m izonarị onwe m site nʼebe ọ nọ.
13 But it was thou, a man mine equal, mine intimate, my familiar friend. ...
Maọbụ gị, nwoke dịka m, onye mụ na ya dị na mma, enyi m ọma,
14 We who held sweet intercourse together. To the house of God we walked amid the throng.
onye mụ na ya na-enwe mmekọrịta dị ụtọ na mbụ, nʼụlọ Chineke, ka anyị na-ejegharị nʼetiti ọha mmadụ bịara ife ofufe.
15 Let death seize upon them, let them go down alive into Sheol. For wickedness is in their dwellings, in their midst. (Sheol h7585)
Ka ọnwụ bịakwasị ndị iro m na mberede; ka ha rịdaa ala mmụọ na ndụ, nʼihi na ihe ọjọọ na-achọta ebe ọnọdụ nʼetiti ha. (Sheol h7585)
16 As for me, unto God will I call; and Jehovah will save me.
Ma akpọkuru m Chineke, Onyenwe anyị na-azọpụtakwa m.
17 Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray and moan aloud; and he will hear my voice.
Nʼụtụtụ, ma nʼehihie, ma nʼabalị, ka m sitere nʼoke ihe mgbu, na-akpọku ya ma ọ na-anụkwa olu m.
18 He hath redeemed my soul in peace from the battle against me: for there were many about me.
Ọ na-agbapụta m, mee ka m ghara imerụ ahụ, site nʼagha niile e busoro m, nʼagbanyeghị nʼọtụtụ biliri megide m.
19 God will hear, and afflict them: he that is seated of old, (Selah) ...because there is no change in them, and they fear not God.
Chineke, onye nọkwasịrị nʼocheeze ya ruo mgbe ebighị ebi, onye na-adịghị agbanwe, ga-anụ olu ha, taakwa ha ahụhụ, nʼihi na ha adịghị atụ egwu Chineke. (Sela)
20 He hath put forth his hands against such as are at peace with him; he hath profaned his covenant.
Onye mụ na ya dị na mma na-emegide ndị enyi ya, ọ na-emerụ ọgbụgba ndụ ya ka ọ ghara ịdị nsọ.
21 Smooth were the milky [words] of his mouth, but his heart was war; his words were softer than oil, yet are they drawn swords.
Okwu ọnụ ya dị mụrụmụrụ ka bọta, ma ibu agha juru ya obi; okwu ya niile dị nro karịa mmanụ, ma ha bụ mma agha e welitere maka ibu agha.
22 Cast thy burden upon Jehovah, and he will sustain thee: he will never suffer the righteous to be moved.
Tụkwasị Onyenwe anyị mkpa gị niile, ọ ga-agba gị ume; ọ gaghị ekwe ka ewezuga onye ezi omume.
23 And thou, O God, wilt bring them down into the pit of destruction: bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days. But as for me, I will confide in thee.
Ma gị, O Chineke, ga-adọtu ndị ajọ omume nʼime olulu nke jupụtara nʼire ure; ndị ogbu mmadụ na ndị aghụghọ agaghị ebi ọ bụladị ọkara ndụ ha. Ma mụ onwe m, ọ bụ na gị ka m na-atụkwasị obi m.
