Psalms 7
1 The psalm of David which he sung to the Lord for the words of Chusi the son of Jemini. O Lord my God, in thee have I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver 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 he seize upon my soul like a lion, while there is no one to redeem me, nor to 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 I have done this thing, if there be iniquity in my hands:
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 rendered to them that repaid me evils, let me deservedly fall 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 it, and tread down my life on the earth, and bring down my glory to the dust.
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, O Lord, in thy anger: and be thou exalted in the borders of my enemies. And arise, O Lord my God, in the precept which thou hast 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 shall surround thee. And for their sakes return thou 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 judgeth the people. Judge me, O Lord, according to my justice, and according to my innocence in 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 shall be brought to nought: and thou shalt direct the just: the searcher of hearts and reins 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 saveth 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: is he angry every day?
Chineke bụ onye na-ekpe ikpe ziri ezi, Chineke, onye na-ezipụta oke iwe ya kwa ụbọchị.
12 Except you will be converted, he will brandish his sword: he hath bent 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 in it he hath prepared the instruments of death, he hath made ready his arrows for them that burn.
Ọ kwadoola ngwa agha niile nke ọnwụ; ọ na-eme ka àkụ ya bụrụ nke na-ere ọkụ.
14 Behold he hath been in labour with injustice; he hath conceived sorrow, and brought forth iniquity.
Onye ọbụla dị ime ajọ ihe, na-atụrụ ime okwu na ụka mụpụtakwa ngharịpụ nke ụgha na-eweta.
15 He hath opened a pit and dug it; and he is fallen into the hole he made.
Ma onye ahụ na-egwu olulu na-adaba nʼime olulu ahụ o gwuru.
16 His sorrow shall be turned on his own head: and his iniquity shall comedown upon his crown.
Nsogbu ahụ ọ kpaliri na-abịakwasị ya ihe ike ahụ ọ kwadooro na-alaghachikwa azụ dakwasị ya nʼisi.
17 I will give glory to the Lord according to his justice: and will sing to the name of the Lord the 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.
