Psalms 14

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. The foole hath said in his heart, There is no God: they haue corrupted, and done an abominable worke: there is none that doeth good.

Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ ọma Devid. Onye nzuzu na-asị nʼime obi ya, “Ọ dịghị Chineke ọbụla dị.” Ha bụ ndị ajọ omume riri ahụ, ọrụ aka ha niile bụkwa ihe arụ; ọ dịghị onye ọbụla na-eme ezi ihe.

2 The Lord looked downe from heauen vpon the children of men, to see if there were any that would vnderstand, and seeke God.

Onyenwe anyị sitere nʼeluigwe na-ele ụmụ mmadụ anya ịhụ ma ọ ga-achọta onye ọbụla nwere nghọta onye nke na-achọ Chineke.

3 All are gone out of the way: they are all corrupt: there is none that doeth good, no not one.

Mmadụ niile ewezugala onwe ha, ha niile abụrụla ndị ajọ omume riri ahụ; ọ dịghị onye ọbụla na-eme ihe ziri ezi, ọ dịghị ọ bụladị, otu onye.

4 Doe not all the workers of iniquitie know that they eate vp my people, as they eate bread? they call not vpon the Lord.

Ndị niile na-eme ajọ ihe, ha amaghị ihe? Ha na-eripịa ndị m dịka mmadụ si eri nri, ha adịghị akpọkukwa Onyenwe anyị.

5 There they shall be taken with feare, because God is in the generation of the iust.

Ma nʼebe ahụ ka ha nọ, nʼọnọdụ oke egwu, nʼihi na Chineke nọ nʼetiti ndị ezi omume.

6 You haue made a mocke at the counsell of the poore, because the Lord is his trust.

Unu ndị ajọ omume na-emebi atụmatụ ndị ogbenye, ma Onyenwe anyị bụ ebe mgbaba ha.

7 Oh giue saluation vnto Israel out of Zion: when the Lord turneth the captiuitie of his people, then Iaakob shall reioyce, and Israel shall be glad.

A sịkwarị na nzọpụta Izrel ga-esi na Zayọn pụta! Mgbe Onyenwe anyị ga-akpọghachite ndị ya nʼọnọdụ ha, ka Jekọb ṅụrịa ọṅụ, ka Izrel nwekwaa obi ụtọ!