Psalms 92
1 A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day. How good it is to thank the Lord, to sing praises to you, Most High,
Abụ Ọma. Abụ maka ụbọchị izuike. Ọ bụ ihe ziri ezi ito Onyenwe anyị, na iti egwu nye aha gị, gị Onye kachasị ihe niile elu,
2 to tell of your trustworthy love in the morning, and your faithfulness in the night,
ikwupụta ịhụnanya gị nʼụtụtụ, na ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị nʼabalị,
3 to the music of a ten-stringed harp and the melody of a lyre.
jiri ihe iti egwu ụbọ akwara na une bụọrọ gị abụ dị ụtọ.
4 You've made me so happy, Lord, because of all you've done for me! I sing for joy at what you've done!
Nʼihi na ị na-eme ka obi dị m ụtọ, site nʼọrụ gị niile, o Onyenwe anyị, Ọ bụ ya mere m ji na-abụ abụ ọṅụ.
5 Lord, what you do is amazing; your thoughts are very profound!
Lee ka ọrụ gị si dị ukwuu, Onyenwe anyị. Leekwa ụdị echiche miri emi ị na-eche.
6 Only senseless people and fools don't know and understand this:
Ndị uche kọrọ amaghị nke a, ndị nzuzu enweghị nghọta,
7 even though the wicked grow up quickly like grass, and even though people who do evil flourish, they will be destroyed forever!
ọ bụ ezie na ndị ajọ omume na-etopụta dịka ahịhịa ndị na-emekwa ajọ ihe na-eto na-awasa, a ga-ala ha nʼiyi ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
8 But you, Lord, rule on high forever.
Ma gị, O Onyenwe anyị, bụ onye e buliri elu ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
9 Your enemies, Lord, your enemies will die; everyone who does evil will be destroyed!
Nʼezie, ndị iro gị niile, Onyenwe anyị, e ndị iro gị niile ga-ala nʼiyi; ndị niile na-eme ajọ ihe ka a ga-achụsasị.
10 But you have made me as powerful as a wild bull; you have anointed me with the best olive oil.
I meela ka mpi m dị elu dịka oke ehi na-akpa ike; awụsala m mmanụ dị mma.
11 My eyes look with pleasure to see my enemies defeated; my ears have heard the downfall of those who tried to attack me.
Ejirila m anya m abụọ hụ ka e meriri ndị iro m; ejirila m ntị m nụ maka ịla nʼiyi nke ndị iro m afọ tara mmiri.
12 Those who live right flourish like a palm tree; they grow tall like a cedar tree in Lebanon.
Ma ndị ezi omume ga-awa igu dịka osisi nkwụ; ha ga-ebukwa ibu dịka osisi ukwu sida nke Lebanọn,
13 They are planted in the house of the Lord; they thrive in the courts of our God.
nke a kụrụ nʼime ụlọ Onyenwe anyị, ha ga-eto, wasaakwa nʼime ogige Chineke anyị.
14 Even when they are old they will still produce fruit, staying fresh and green.
Ha ga-amị mkpụrụ, ọ bụladị mgbe ha mere agadi. Ha ga-ejupụtakwa nʼahịhịa ndụ,
15 They will declare, “The Lord does what is right! He is my rock! There is no wrong in him!”
na-ekwupụta, “Onyenwe anyị bụ Onye ziri ezi; ọ bụ Oke Nkume m, ọ dịkwaghị ajọ omume dị nʼime ya.”
