Psalms 144
1 Blessed be YHWH my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
Abụ Ọma nke Devid. Otuto dịrị Onyenwe anyị, onye bụ oke nkume m, onye na-ezi aka m abụọ ibu agha, na mkpịsịaka m ịlụ ọgụ.
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
Ọ bụ Chineke m, onye jupụtara nʼịhụnanya, bụrụkwa ebe mgbaba m e wusiri ike, ebe m e wusiri ike na onye mgbapụta m, ọ bụ ọta m, onye m na-agbaba nʼime ya, onye ji aka ike mee ka ndị dị iche iche nọdụ nʼokpuru m.
3 YHWH, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
O Onyenwe anyị, gịnị ka mmadụ bụ i ji na-eche echiche banyere ya, gịnị ka nwa nke mmadụ bụ ihe banyere ya ji na-emetụ gị nʼobi?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Mmadụ dị ka otu nkuume; ụbọchị ndụ ya niile na-agafe ngwangwa dịka onyinyo.
5 Bow thy heavens, O YHWH, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
O Onyenwe anyị, kewaa eluigwe rịdata; metụ ugwu niile aka ka ha kwụọ anwụrụ ọkụ.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
Zipụ amụma ka o chụsasịa ndị iro niile; gbaa ha àkụ gị niile ma chụsasịa ha.
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Site nʼelu setịpụ aka gị; gbapụta m, napụtakwa m site nʼoke osimiri, site nʼaka ndị si mba ọzọ,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
ndị ọnụ ha jupụtara nʼụgha, ndị aka nri ha jupụtakwara nʼaghụghọ.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O Elohim: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
O Chineke, aga m abụku gị abụ ọhụrụ. Une e ji akwara iri mee ka m ga-eji kpọọrọ gị egwu;
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
gị onye na-enye ndị eze mmeri, onye na-agbapụta ohu ya Devid. Site na mma agha dị njọ
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
gbapụta m; napụtakwa m site nʼaka ndị si mba ọzọ ndị ọnụ ha jupụtara nʼụgha, ndị aka nri ha jupụtakwara nʼaghụghọ.
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
Mgbe ahụ, ụmụ ndị ikom anyị, nʼoge okorobịa ha, ga-adị ka ihe a kụrụ nʼala e lekọtara anya nke ọma, ụmụ anyị ndị inyom ga-adị ka ogidi a pịrị apị e ji achọ ụlọeze mma.
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
Ọba anyị niile ga-ejupụta nʼihe oriri dị iche iche si nʼubi anyị. Atụrụ anyị ga-amụba nʼọtụtụ puku nʼọnụọgụgụ, ha ga-adị iri puku kwụrụ puku nʼubi anyị;
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
igwe ehi anyị ga-adọkpụ ibu dị arọ. A gaghị enwe ntipu na mgbidi anyị niile, a gaghị adọta anyị nʼagha gaa obodo ọzọ, akwa ihe mgbu agaghị adị nʼokporoụzọ anyị niile.
15 Joyful is that people, that is in such a case: yea, joyful is that people, whose Elohim is YHWH.
Ndị a gọziri agọzi ka ndị ahụ bụ, ndị ihe ndị a dịịrị; ndị a gọziri agọzi ka ndị ahụ bụ, ndị Chineke bụ Onyenwe anyị ha.
