Psalms 7
1 A psalm (shiggaion) of David, which he sang to the Lord concerning Cush, from the tribe of Benjamin. Lord my God, you are my protection. Save me from those who persecute me; please rescue 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 Otherwise they will tear me apart like a lion, ripping me to pieces with no one to save me.
ma ọ bụ ha adọkaa m dịka ọdụm, ha ga-adọsasịkwa m ebe mmadụ ọbụla enweghị ike ịnapụta m.
3 If I have done what I'm accused of, if my hands are guilty,
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 paid back a friend with evil, if I have robbed my enemy for no reason,
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 Then let my enemies chase me down; let them trample me in the dust and drag my reputation through the dirt. (Selah)
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 Stand up, Lord, in your anger, rise up against the fury of my enemies; wake up, Lord, and bring me justice!
Bilie, Onyenwe anyị, nʼiwe gị, bilie megide oke iwe ndị iro m; teta Chineke m, kpee ikpe ziri ezi.
7 Bring together the nations before you; rule them from your throne 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 judges all people. Defend me, Lord, because I do what is right, because of my integrity.
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 Please bring an end to the evil done by the wicked; vindicate those who do good, for you are the God of right who examines hearts and minds.
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 The Most High God is my defense, the one who saves those who live right.
Chineke nke kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ ọta m, ọ na-azọpụta ndị niile obi ha ziri ezi.
11 God is a fair judge who is always hostile to evil.
Chineke bụ onye na-ekpe ikpe ziri ezi, Chineke, onye na-ezipụta oke iwe ya kwa ụbọchị.
12 If people do not change their minds, he will sharpen his sword. He has bent and strung his bow.
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 He has prepared weapons of death, he has his flaming arrows ready.
Ọ kwadoola ngwa agha niile nke ọnwụ; ọ na-eme ka àkụ ya bụrụ nke na-ere ọkụ.
14 See how the wicked conceive evil! They are pregnant with trouble. They give birth to dishonesty.
Onye ọbụla dị ime ajọ ihe, na-atụrụ ime okwu na ụka mụpụtakwa ngharịpụ nke ụgha na-eweta.
15 They dig a deep hole to catch people, but then fall into it themselves.
Ma onye ahụ na-egwu olulu na-adaba nʼime olulu ahụ o gwuru.
16 The trouble they cause rebounds to hit them on the head; their violence against others comes down on their own skulls.
Nsogbu ahụ ọ kpaliri na-abịakwasị ya ihe ike ahụ ọ kwadooro na-alaghachikwa azụ dakwasị ya nʼisi.
17 I will thank the Lord because he does what is right; I will sing praises to the name of the Lord 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.
