Psalms 41
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. How happy are those who take care of the poor! When they are in trouble the Lord will save them.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. Ndị a gọziri agọzi ka ha bụ ndị nwere uche na-eleta ndị ogbenye; Onyenwe anyị na-azọpụta ha nʼoge nsogbu.
2 The Lord protects them and keeps them alive. They will live happily in the land, and they will not be handed over to their enemies.
Onyenwe anyị ga-echebe ha, debekwa ha ndụ; ọ ga-eme ka ihe na-agara ha nke ọma nʼala ahụ, ọ gaghị arara ha nye nʼọchịchọ ndị iro ha.
3 The Lord looks after them when they're sick; he makes them well from their illness.
Onyenwe anyị na-elekọta ha mgbe ahụ na-esighị ha ike, meekwa ka ahụ dị ha mma.
4 “Lord, please be gracious to me,” I asked. “Please heal me, for I have sinned against you.”
Ekwuru m sị, “O Onyenwe anyị, meere m ebere; gwọọ m, nʼihi na emehiela m megide gị.”
5 Those who hate me only say evil things about me. “When is he going to die, and people forget all about him?” they ask.
Ndị iro m na-esite nʼiro ha ekwu okwu megide m na-asị, “Olee mgbe ọ ga-anwụ ka aha ya laa nʼiyi?”
6 They come to visit me, but their sympathy is not sincere. They're only interested in the bad news, which they spread around as soon as they leave.
Mgbe otu nʼime ha bịara ịhụ m, ọ na-ekwu okwu ụgha, ma obi ya na-achịkọta ihe nkwulu; mgbe ahụ ọ na-apụ, ga kọsaa ya.
7 All who hate me talk in whispers about my condition, hoping for the worst.
Ndị niile kpọrọ m asị na-agbarịta izu megide m; ha na-echekwa echiche ọjọọ banyere m, na-asịrịta onwe ha:
8 “He's been cursed with some terrible disease,” they say. “Now he's bed-ridden he'll never recover!”
“Ọrịa ọjọọ adakwasịla ya; ọ gaghị esite na ihe ndina ya bilie ọtọ ọzọ.”
9 Even my best friend, the one I trusted, who shared meals with me—even he has turned against me.
Ọ bụladị ezigbo enyi m, onye m tụkwasịrị obi, onye mụ na ya na-eso erikọ nri m, ebiliela imegide m.
10 But you Lord, please be gracious to me, make me well so I can repay them!
Ma gị, O Onyenwe anyị, meere m ebere, mee ka ahụ sie m ike ọzọ, ka m nwee ike kwụghachi ha ụgwọ.
11 I know you are pleased with me because you have not let my enemies win and shout in triumph over me.
Amaara m na ihe banyere m na-atọ gị ụtọ nʼobi, nʼihi na i kwebeghị ka ndị iro m nwee mmeri nʼebe m nọ.
12 You have supported me because of my integrity, you have brought me into your presence forever.
Nʼihi ikwesi ntụkwasị obi m, ị na-akwagide m, mee ka m nọrọ nʼihu gị ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
13 Praise the Lord, the God of Israel, from eternity to eternity! Amen and amen!
Otuto dịrị Onyenwe anyị, Chineke nke Izrel, site nʼebighị ebi ruo ebighị ebi.
