Psalms 126

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. When ye Lord brought againe the captiuitie of Zion, we were like them that dreame.

Abụ nrigo. Mgbe Onyenwe anyị kpọghachitere ndị e mere ka ha lọta na Zayọn, anyị dị ka ndị na-arọ nrọ.

2 Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with ioye: then sayd they among the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them.

Ọchị juru anyị ọnụ, abụ ọṅụ jukwara anyị ire. Mgbe ahụ, e kwukwara ya na mba niile sị, “Onyenwe anyị emeerela ha ọtụtụ ihe dị ukwuu.”

3 The Lord hath done great things for vs, whereof we reioyce.

Onyenwe anyị emeerala anyị ọtụtụ ihe dị ukwuu, obi anyị jupụtakwara nʼọṅụ.

4 O Lord, bring againe our captiuitie, as the riuers in the South.

Nyeghachi anyị akụnụba anyị, o Onyenwe anyị, dịka mmiri iyi na-asọ nʼala Negev.

5 They that sowe in teares, shall reape in ioy.

Ndị niile na-eji anya mmiri na-arụ ọrụ ịkụ mkpụrụ ga-emesịa jiri abụ ọṅụ wee ihe ubi ahụ.

6 They went weeping and caried precious seede: but they shall returne with ioye and bring their sheaues.

Onye ji ịkwa akwa buru mkpụrụ ubi ọ ga-agha na-aga, ga-emesịa jiri abụ ọṅụ na-alọghachi azụ, mgbe ha bu ukwu ọka ha.