Psalms 102
1 “A prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and poureth out before the Lord his complaint.” O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry come unto thee.
Ekpere nke onye nọ na mmekpa ahụ na ọnọdụ ịda mba, na-ekwupụta otu o si dịrị ya nʼihu Onyenwe anyị. Nụrụ ekpere m, O Onyenwe anyị; ka ịkwa akwa m maka inyeaka ruo gị ntị.
2 Hide not thy face from me on the day when I am distressed; incline unto me thy ear; on the day when I call, answer me speedily.
Ezonarịla m ihu gị nʼụbọchị nsogbu m. Gee ntị nʼekpere m, zakwaa m ngwangwa.
3 For my days vanish in smoke, and my bones are burning like a hearth.
Nʼihi na ụbọchị m niile na-agabiga, dịka anwụrụ ọkụ; ọkpụkpụ m niile dịkwa ka ọlọkọ ọkụ.
4 Struck [by heat] like the herb and dried up is my heart; for I forget to eat my bread.
Mkpụrụobi m etiwaala abụọ na-achanwụkwa dịka ahịhịa; ana m echefu iri nri m.
5 Because of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.
Nʼihi oke ịsụ ude m na-asụ, enwekwaghị m anụ ahụ ọbụla nʼahụ m. Abụ m naanị ọkpụkpụ.
6 I am like the pelican of the wilderness: I am become like the owl amid ruins.
Adị m ka ikwighịkwighị nke ọzara, a dị m ka ikwighịkwighị nʼetiti ebe dakpọsịrị adakpọsị.
7 I watch, and I am become like a [night-]bird sitting alone upon the housetop.
Ana m amụ anya abalị niile; adị m ka nwa nnụnụ naanị ya bekwasịrị nʼelu ụlọ.
8 All the day my enemies reproach me: they that mock me swear by me.
Ụbọchị niile, ndị iro m na-eji m eme ihe ọchị; ndị na-akwa m emo na-eji aha m mere ihe ịbụ ọnụ.
9 For ashes do I eat like bread, and my drink I mingle with weeping;
Nʼihi na ejirila m ntụ mere ihe oriri m, anya mmiri m na-agwakọta nʼiko ihe ọṅụṅụ m
10 Because of thy indignation and thy wrath; for thou hadst lifted me up, and hast cast me down.
nʼihi oke iwe gị, i bulitela m, ma tụpụ m nʼakụkụ.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and like the herb I wither.
Ụbọchị m niile dịka onyinyo nke a na-ahụ anya mgbe anwụ na-ada. Ana m akpọnwụ akpọnwụ, dịka ahịhịa.
12 But thou, O Lord, wilt sit enthroned for ever; and thy memorial is unto all generations.
Ma gị Onyenwe anyị, na-anọgide nʼocheeze gị ruo mgbe ebighị ebi; aha gị ga-adịgide site nʼọgbọ ruo nʼọgbọ.
13 Thou wilt indeed arise; thou wilt have mercy upon Zion; for it is time to favor her, for the appointed time is coming.
Ị ga-ebili nwee ọmịiko nʼebe Zayọn nọ, nʼihi na oge izi ya ihuọma eruola; oge ahụ a kara aka eruola.
14 For thy servants hold dear her stones, and her very dust they cherish.
Nʼihi na nkume ya niile dị oke ọnụahịa nye ndị ohu gị; mgbe ha hụrụ uzuzu ya, ha na-emere ya ebere.
15 Then shall nations fear the name of the Lord, and all the kings of the earth thy glory:
Mba niile ga-atụ egwu aha Onyenwe anyị, ndị eze niile nke ụwa ga-asọpụrụkwa ebube gị.
16 When the Lord shalt have built up Zion, he appeareth in his glory;
Nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị ga-ewugharị Zayọn, ọ ga-apụta ihe nʼebube ya.
17 [When] he hath regarded the prayer of the forsaken, and doth not despise their prayer.
Ọ ga-aza ekpere ndị nọ na mkpa; ọ gaghị eleda arịrịọ ha anya.
18 This shall be written down for the latest generation; and the people which shall be created shall praise the Lord.
Ka e depụta ihe ndị a maka ọgbọ nke dị nʼihu, ka ndị a na-amụbeghị nwee ike too Onyenwe anyị:
19 For he hath looked down from the height of his sanctuary; the Lord hath cast from heaven his view to the earth:
“Onyenwe anyị sitere nʼebe nsọ ya dị elu ledata anya, o sitere nʼeluigwe ledata anya ya nʼụwa,
20 To hear the sighing of the prisoner; to loosen those that are doomed to death:
ịnụ ịsụ ude nke ndị a tụrụ mkpọrọ na ịgbapụta ndị a mara ikpe ọnwụ.”
21 That men may proclaim in Zion the name of the Lord, and his praise in Jerusalem;
Nʼihi nke a, a ga-ekwuwapụta aha Onyenwe anyị na Zayọn; a ga-eto ya na Jerusalem,
22 When people are gathered together, and kingdoms, to serve the Lord.—
mgbe mba niile na alaeze niile, ga-ezukọta nʼotu ebe, ife Onyenwe anyị ofufe.
23 He hath weakened on the way my strength; he hath shortened my days.
O meela ka ike gwụ m nʼoge ndụ m; o meela ka ndụ m dịrị mkpụmkpụ.
24 I will say, O my God! take me not away in the midst of my days: throughout all generations are thy years.
Nʼihi ya, ekwuru m sị, “Anapụla m ndụ m, o Chineke m, ugbu a m ka dị ndụ; ị na-adịgide ndụ site nʼọgbọ ruo nʼọgbọ.
25 In olden times didst thou lay the foundations of the earth; and the heavens are the work of thy hands.
Na mmalite, ị tọrọ ntọala ụwa, eluigwe bụkwa ọrụ aka gị.
26 These will indeed perish, but thou wilt ever exist: yea, all of them will wear out like a garment; as a vesture wilt thou change them, and they will be changed;
Ha ga-ala nʼiyi, ma ị ga-adịgide; ha ga-erichasị dịka akwa ochie. Ị ga-agbanwe ha dịka mmadụ si agbanwe uwe ya, ha ga-abụ ndị ewezugara ewezuga.
27 But thou art ever the same, and thy years will have no end.
Ma gị onwe gị enweghị mgbanwe, ọnụọgụgụ afọ gị adịghị agwụkwa agwụ.
28 The children of thy servants will dwell [securely], and their seed will be firmly established before thee.
Ụmụ ndị ohu gị ga-ebigide; ụmụ ụmụ ha ga-eguzosie ike nʼihu gị.”
