Psalms 51
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him after he had committed adultery with Bathsheba. God, please be gracious to me, because of your trustworthy love, because of your infinite kindness please wipe away my sins.
Abụ dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. Mgbe Netan bụ onye amụma bịakwutere Devid nʼoge ya na Batsheba kwara iko. O Chineke, meere m ebere, nʼihi ịhụnanya gị nke na-adịgide adịgide; nʼihi oke ọmịiko gị, hichapụ njehie m niile.
2 Wash away all my guilt; cleanse me from my sin.
Sachapụ mmehie m niile, ma mee m ka m dị ọcha.
3 I admit my rebellion; my sin always stares me in my face.
Nʼihi na amaara m njehie m niile, mmehie m dịkwa nʼihu m mgbe niile.
4 I have sinned against you, you alone. I have done evil in your sight. So you are right in what you say, and fair when you judge.
Ọ bụkwa naanị gị ka m mehiere megide, mee ihe ahụ bụ ihe ọjọọ nʼihu gị, nke mere na ị bụ onye na-ekpe ikpe ziri ezi mgbe ị na-ekwu okwu, na onye ezi omume mgbe ị na-ekpe ikpe.
5 It's true that I was born guilty—sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
Nʼezie, onye mmehie ka m bụ site nʼoge amụrụ m; bụrụkwa onye mmehie site nʼoge nne m tụrụ ime m.
6 But you want truth on the inside; you teach me wisdom deep within.
Nʼezie, ị na-achọ eziokwu nʼakụkụ niile zoro ezo; ị na-akụziri m amamihe nʼakụkụ niile zoro ezo.
7 Purify me with hyssop so I can be clean; wash me so I can be whiter than snow.
Were hisọp sachaa m, aga m adị ọcha; sachaa m ka m dị ọcha karịa snoo.
8 Please let me hear joy and happiness again; let the bones you have crushed be glad once more.
Mee ka m nụrụ olu obi ụtọ na ọṅụ; ka okpukpu ndị i gwepịara ṅụrịkwaa.
9 Turn your face away from looking at my sins; please wipe away my guilt.
Zopu ihu gị nʼebe mmehie m niile dị, hichapụkwa mmehie m niile.
10 Create a pure mind in me, God, and make me trustworthy again.
Kee obi dị ọcha nʼime m, O Chineke, nwogharịa ezi mmụọ nʼime m.
11 Don't expel me from your presence; don't take away your Holy Spirit from me.
Achụpụla m nʼihu gị, anapụkwala m Mmụọ Nsọ gị.
12 Give me back the happiness of your salvation; help me to have a willing nature.
Nyeghachikwa m ọṅụ nke nzọpụta gị, ma jiri ezi mmụọ kwagide m.
13 Then I will teach your ways to rebellious people, and these sinners will come back to you.
Mgbe ahụ, aga m enwe ike izi ndị njehie ụzọ gị, ndị mmehie ga-echegharị lọghachikwute gị.
14 God, please forgive me for the blood I have shed, God of my salvation, and I will sing for joy of your goodness.
O Chineke, zọpụta m site nʼikpe ọmụma nke mwụfu ọbara, Chineke, gị bụ Chineke Onye nzọpụta m, ire m ga-abụ abụ banyere ezi omume gị.
15 Open my lips so I can speak your praise!
O, Onyenwe m, meghee ọnụ m, ka m kwupụta otuto gị.
16 For sacrifices don't make you happy, or I would bring one; burnt offerings aren't what pleases you.
Ị naghị enwe mmasị nʼaja, ma ọ bụghị ya, agaara m eweta ya. Ị naghị enwe mmasị nʼaja nsure ọkụ.
17 The “sacrifices” that God wants are on the inside—the brokenness of repentance. God won't reject a broken and sorrowful heart.
Aja Chineke chọrọ bụ mmụọ tiwara etiwa, O Chineke, ị naghị elefu anya, nʼobi tiwara etiwa na nke nwere ezi nchegharị.
18 Be kind to Zion, help the city; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Ka ọ masị gị inye Zayọn ọganihu; i wulie mgbidi niile nke Jerusalem.
19 Then you will be pleased with sacrifices given in the right spirit, for all kinds of burnt offerings, and bulls sacrificed on your altar once more.
Mgbe ahụ, a ga-enwe ezi aja, aja nsure ọkụ nke ga-atọ gị ụtọ; mgbe ahụ, a ga-achụkwa aja ọtụtụ oke ehi nʼelu ebe ịchụ aja gị.
