Psalms 139
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. O Lord, thou hast tried me and knowen me.
Abụ nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, ị nyochaala m, ị makwaara m nke ọma
2 Thou knowest my sitting and my rising: thou vnderstandest my thought afarre off.
Ị maara mgbe m na-anọdụ ala na mgbe m na-eguzo ọtọ; site nʼebe dị anya, ị na-aghọta echiche obi m niile.
3 Thou compassest my pathes, and my lying downe, and art accustomed to all my wayes.
Ị na-ahụzu ọpụpụ m na ndina ala m; ị mazukwara ụzọ m niile.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but loe, thou knowest it wholy, O Lord.
O Onyenwe anyị, ị maara ihe m gaje ikwu tupu m kwuo ya.
5 Thou holdest mee straite behinde and before, and layest thine hand vpon me.
Ị na-anọ m nʼihu, ma na-esokwa m nʼazụ, ị tụkwasịla m aka gị.
6 Thy knowledge is too wonderfull for mee: it is so high that I cannot attaine vnto it.
Ihe ọmụma dị otu a dị oke omimi nye m, ọ dịkwa elu apụghị m iru ya.
7 Whither shall I goe from thy Spirite? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
Ebee ka m ga-ezo onwe m si otu a zonarị Mmụọ gị? Ebeekwa ka m pụrụ ịgbaga ka m si nʼihu gị zoo onwe m?
Ọ bụrụ na m arịgoro nʼeluigwe ị nọ nʼebe ahụ. Ọ bụrụkwa na m arịda zoo onwe m nʼala mmụọ, ị nọkwa nʼebe ahụ. (Sheol h7585)
9 Let mee take the winges of the morning, and dwell in the vttermost parts of the sea:
Ọ bụrụ na m efepụ nʼisi ụtụtụ dịka nwa nnụnụ, felagaa nʼebe dị nnọọ anya nke oke osimiri,
10 Yet thither shall thine hand leade me, and thy right hand holde me.
ọ bụladị nʼebe ahụ ka aka gị ga na-edu m aka nri gị ga-ejidesi m ike.
11 If I say, Yet the darkenes shall hide me, euen the night shalbe light about me.
Ọ bụrụ na m asị, “Nʼezie, ọchịchịrị ga-ekpuchi m ìhè ga-aghọ abalị gbaa m gburugburu.”
12 Yea, the darkenes hideth not from thee: but the night shineth as the day: the darkenes and light are both alike.
Ọ bụladị ọchịchịrị agaghị abụ ọchịchịrị nʼebe ị nọ; abalị ga-enye ìhè dịka ehihie, nʼihi na ọchịchịrị dị ka ìhè nʼebe ị nọ.
13 For thou hast possessed my reines: thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
Ọ bụ gị kpụrụ akụkụ niile dị m nʼahụ. Ọ bụkwa gị jikọtara ha niile ka ha bụrụ otu mmadụ nʼime afọ nne m.
14 I will praise thee, for I am fearefully and wonderously made: marueilous are thy workes, and my soule knoweth it well.
Ana m eto gị nʼihi na abụ m onye e sitere nʼoke egwu na ebube kee; ọrụ gị niile dị ebube; amaara m nke a nke ọma.
15 My bones are not hid from thee, though I was made in a secret place, and facioned beneath in the earth.
Ụdịdị m abụghị ihe zoro ezo nʼebe ị nọ mgbe a kpụrụ m nʼebe nzuzo ahụ, mgbe a kpakọtara m nʼebe omimi nke ụwa.
16 Thine eyes did see me, when I was without forme: for in thy booke were all things written, which in continuance were facioned, when there was none of them before.
Anya gị abụọ hụrụ ahụ m mgbe ọ na-enweghị ụdịdị ọbụla. E dere ụbọchị niile a kwadoro m nʼime akwụkwọ gị tupu otu nʼime ha adịrị.
17 Howe deare therefore are thy thoughtes vnto me, O God! how great is ye summe of them!
Lee ka echiche ị na-eche banyere m si dị oke ọnụahịa, o Chineke! Leekwa ka ha si dị ukwuu.
18 If I should count them, they are moe then the sand: when I wake, I am still with thee.
Ọ bụrụ na m agụọ ha ọnụ, ha ga-adị ukwuu karịa ọnụọgụgụ aja dị nʼala. Mgbe m tetara, mụ na gị ka nọ.
19 Oh that thou wouldest slay, O God, the wicked and bloody men, to whom I say, Depart ye from mee:
O Chineke, a sịkwarị na ị ga-ala ndị ajọ omume niile nʼiyi! Sitenụ nʼebe m nọ pụọ, unu ndị na-akwafu ọbara!
20 Which speake wickedly of thee, and being thine enemies are lifted vp in vaine.
Site nʼechiche ọjọọ, ha na-ekwu okwu banyere gị; ndị iro gị na-ekwutọ aha gị.
21 Doe not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and doe not I earnestly contend with those that rise vp against thee?
O Onyenwe anyị, ọ bụ na m akpọghị ha asị bụ ndị kpọrọ gị asị, na-asọkwa ndị na-enupu isi megide gị oyi?
22 I hate them with an vnfained hatred, as they were mine vtter enemies.
Ọ bụ naanị ịkpọ asị ka m nwere nʼebe ha nọ? Ana m agụnye ha dịka ndị iro m.
23 Try mee, O God, and knowe mine heart: prooue me and know my thoughtes,
O Chineke, nyochaa m, mara obi m. Nwaa m, matakwa echiche uche m niile.
24 And consider if there be any way of wickednes in me, and leade me in the way for euer.
Chọpụta ma o nwere ihe ọjọọ dị nʼime m, ma duo m nʼụzọ ebighị ebi.
