Psalms 109
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. God, the one I praise, please don't remain silent,
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi Abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. O Chineke, onye m na-eto, anọgidekwala na-agba nkịtị,
2 because wicked and deceitful people are attacking me, telling lies about me.
nʼihi na ndị ajọ omume na ndị aghụghọ emegheela ọnụ ha megide m; ha aghaala ụgha megide m.
3 They surround me with words of hate, fighting against me for no reason.
Ha na-eji okwu ịkpọ asị gbaa m gburugburu; na-ebuso m agha nʼefu.
4 I love them, but they respond with hostility towards me, even while I'm praying for them!
Nʼọnọdụ ịhụnanya m hụrụ ha, ha na-ebo m ebubo ma abụ m nwoke onye ekpere.
5 They pay me back with evil instead of good, with hatred instead of love.
Ha ji ihe ọjọọ na-akwụ m ụgwọ ihe ọma m mere, ịkpọ asị nʼọnọdụ ịhụnanya.
6 “Appoint someone wicked over him. Have someone stand as an accuser against him.
Họpụta otu onye ajọ omume ka o guzogide ya; ka onye na-ebo ebubo ụgha guzokwa nʼaka nri ya.
7 When he is judged and sentenced, may he be found guilty. Let his prayers be counted as sins.
Mgbe a ga-ekpe ya ikpe, ka ọ bụrụ onye ikpe mara, ka ekpere ya maa ya ikpe ọnwụ.
8 May his life be short; let someone else take over his position.
Ka ụbọchị ndụ ya dị ole na ole, ka onye ọzọ nara ya ọkwa ya.
9 May his children be left fatherless, and his wife become a widow.
Ka ụmụ ya ghọọ ndị na-enweghị nna, ka nwunye ya bụrụ nwanyị na-enweghị di.
10 May his children be homeless, wandering beggars, driven from their ruined houses.
Ka ụmụ ya ghọọ ndị arịrịọ na-enweghị ebe obibi, ndị e si na mkpọmkpọ ebe ha bi chụpụ.
11 May creditors seize all that he owns; may strangers take all that he worked for.
Ka ndị o ji ụgwọ kwakọrọ ihe niile o nwere, ka ndị ọbịa baa bukọrọ ihe niile ọ rụpụtaara onwe ya.
12 May no one be kind to him; may no one take pity on his fatherless children.
Ka onye ọbụla ghara igosi ya obiọma; ka onye ọbụla gharakwa imere ụmụ ya ndị ọ hapụrụ ebere.
13 May his descendants die; may his family name be wiped out in the next generation.
Kama ka ụmụ ụmụ ya niile nwụsịa, ka a ehichapụkwa aha ha nʼọgbọ nke na-abịa nʼihu.
14 May the Lord be reminded of the sins of his fathers; may his mother's sins not be blotted out.
Ka Onyenwe anyị chetakwa mmehie niile nke nna nna ya ha, ka Onyenwe anyị hapụkwa ịgbaghara mmehie nne ya.
15 May their sins be constantly before the Lord; may his name be totally forgotten by people.
Ka Onyenwe anyị na-echeta mmehie ha oge niile; ma ka o mee ka ha bụrụ ndị a ga-echefu echefu nʼọgbọ niile.
16 For he didn't think to be kind to others, instead he harassed and killed the poor, the needy, the brokenhearted.
Nʼihi na ọ dịghị mgbe o chere echiche banyere imere onye ọzọ obi ebere, ọ kpagburu ndị ogbenye, ndị nọ na mkpa na ndị obi ha tiwara etiwa ruo nʼọnwụ.
17 He loved to put a curse on others—let it come back on him. He had no time for blessings—so may he never receive any.
Ọ hụrụ ịbụ ndị ọzọ ọnụ nʼanya, ka ọbụbụ ọnụ bịakwasị ya; ọ dịghị atọ ya ụtọ ịgọzi onye ọbụla, ka ngọzị dị anya site nʼebe ọ nọ.
18 He cursed as often as he got dressed. May his curses go into him like the water he drinks, like the olive oil he rubs on his skin that enters his bones.
O yikwasịrị ịbụ ọnụ dịka uwe ya; ọ bara nʼime ahụ ya dịka mmiri, bakwaa nʼime ọkpụkpụ ya dịka mmanụ.
19 May his curses stick to him like clothing, may they be pulled tight around him like a belt.”
Ka ọ dịịrị ya ka uwe mwụda nke e kere ya gburugburu dịka akwa, dịka belịt e kegidere ya gburugburu ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
20 May all this be the punishment of the Lord on my enemies, on those who speak evil of me.
Onyenwe anyị, mee ka nke a bụrụ ụdị ụgwọ ọrụ ndị iro m ga-anata, bụ ndị ahụ niile na-ekwu okwu ọjọọ megide m.
21 But treat me well, Lord God, because of your own reputation. Save me because you are faithful and good.
Ma gị onwe gị, Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị nyere m aka nʼihi aha gị, site nʼịdị mma nke ịhụnanya gị, napụta m.
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is breaking.
Nʼihi na abụ m ogbenye na onye nọ na mkpa, obi m tiwakwara etiwa nʼime m.
23 I am fading away like an evening shadow; I am like a locust that is shaken off.
Ana m efu dịka onyinyo nke a na-ahụ anya mgbe anwụ dara; adịkwa m ka igurube nke onye m bekwasịrị nʼahụ ya na-efechapụ.
24 I am so weak from lack of food that my legs give way; my body is just skin and bones.
Ike agwụla ikpere m, nʼihi ibu ọnụ; ataakwala m ahụ, bụrụ naanị ọkpụkpụ.
25 People ridicule me—they look at me and shake their heads!
Aghọọla m onye e ji eme ihe ọchị nye ndị na-ebo m ebubo, mgbe ha hụrụ m, ha na-efufe isi ha.
26 Help me, Lord my God; save me because of your trustworthy love.
Nyere m aka, o Onyenwe anyị Chineke m; zọpụta m dịka ịhụnanya gị si dị.
27 May they recognize that this is what you are doing—that you are the one who saves me.
Ka ha mara na ọ bụ aka gị, na ọ bụ gị, o Onyenwe anyị, mere ya.
28 When they curse me, you will bless me. When they attack me, you will defeat them. And I, your servant, will be happy.
Ha nwere ike nọgide na-abụ ọnụ, ma ị ga-agọzi; mgbe ha ga-abịa ọgụ, a ga-eme ha ihe ihere, ma ohu gị ga-aṅụrị ọṅụ.
29 May those who accuse me be clothed with disgrace; may they cover themselves with a cloak of shame.
A ga-eji ihere yikwasị ndị na-ebo m ebubo dịka uwe werekwa ihere kee ha gburugburu dịka uwe mwụda.
30 But I will keep on thanking the Lord, praising him to everyone around me.
Aga m eji ọnụ m jaa Onyenwe anyị mma nke ukwuu; nʼetiti ọha mmadụ dị ukwuu, aga m eto ya.
31 For he takes a stand to defend the needy, to save them from those who condemn them.
Nʼihi na ọ na-eguzo nʼaka nri nke onye nọ na mkpa, ịzọpụta ya site nʼaka ndị na-ama ya ikpe ọnwụ.
