< Psalms 64 >
1 For the Leader. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from the terror of the enemy.
Abụ Ọma dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. Nụrụ olu m O Chineke, mgbe m na-akọsara gị ihe na-esogbu m. Chebe ndụ m site nʼaka ndị iro m.
2 Hide me from the council of evil-doers; from the tumult of the workers of iniquity;
Zopu m pụọ nʼizu nzuzo niile nke ndị ọjọọ, site nʼatụmatụ ndị na-eme ajọ ihe.
3 Who have whet their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a poisoned word;
Ha na-amụ ire ha dịka e si amụ mma agha, na-agbapụ okwu dịka àkụ ọjọọ.
4 That they may shoot in secret places at the blameless; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
Ha na-agba onye na-enweghị ihe o mere àkụ site nʼebe nzuzo, na mberede ka ha na-agba ya, na-atụghị egwu.
5 They encourage one another in an evil matter; they converse of laying snares secretly; they ask, who would see them.
Ha na-agbarịta ibe ha ume na-atụmatụ ọjọọ, ha na-ekwu banyere isi ọnya ha na nzuzo, ha na-asị, “Onye ga-ahụ ya?”
6 They search out iniquities, they have accomplished a diligent search; even in the inward thought of every one, and the deep heart.
Ha na-atụpụta atụmatụ ọjọọ na-asị, “Anyị echepụtala atụmatụ zuruoke!” Nʼezie, uche na obi mmadụ dị aghụghọ.
7 But God doth shoot at them with an arrow suddenly; thence are their wounds.
Ma Chineke ga-agba ha àkụ, na mberede ka a ga-etida ha.
8 So they make their own tongue a stumbling unto themselves; all that see them shake the head.
Ọ ga-atụgharị okwu ọnụ ha megide ha, mee ka ha laa nʼiyi; ndị niile hụrụ ha ga-efufe isi ha nʼịkwa emo.
9 And all men fear; and they declare the work of God, and understand His doing.
Mmadụ niile ga-atụ egwu, ha ga-ekwupụta ọrụ niile nke Chineke, ma tụgharịa uche nke ọma banyere ihe o mere.
10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall take refuge in Him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.
Ndị ezi omume ga-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼime Onyenwe anyị, ha ga-agbabakwa nʼime ya; ndị niile obi ha ziri ezi ga-anyakwa isi nʼime ya.