Psalms 130

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Lord, I cry out to you from the depths of my pain.

Abụ nrigo. O Onyenwe anyị, ọ bụ site nʼebe dị omimi ka m na-ebeku gị akwa.

2 Please listen to my cry, and pay attention to what I'm asking.

Onyenwe anyị, nụrụ olu m. Ka ntị gị na-aṅakwa ntị nʼolu arịrịọ m, maka amara.

3 Lord, if you kept a list of sins, who could escape being condemned?

O Onyenwe anyị, a sị na i detuo mmehie niile, Onyenwe anyị, onye pụrụ iguzo?

4 But you are forgiving so that we might respect you.

Ma ọ bụ nʼaka gị ka mgbaghara mmehie dị; ime ka anyị tụọ gị egwu, ma jeere gị ozi.

5 I'm waiting for the Lord, longingly waiting, for I trust in his word.

Ana m echere Onyenwe anyị, mkpụrụobi m na-echekwa ya, ọ bụ nʼokwu ya ka olileanya m dị.

6 I long for the Lord to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come.

Mkpụrụobi m na-echere Onyenwe anyị karịa ndị nche abalị na-echere chị ọbụbọ, e, karịa ndị nche abalị na-echere chị ọbụbọ.

7 Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for the Lord loves us with a trustworthy love and his salvation knows no limits.

Ndị Izrel, ka olileanya unu dịrị na Onyenwe anyị, nʼihi na ịhụnanya ya na-adịgide adịgide, nʼaka ya ka nzọpụta zuruoke dịkwa.

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

Ya onwe ya, ga-agbapụta Izrel site na mmehie ya niile.