Psalms 55
1 “To the chief musician on Neginoth, a Maskil of David.” Give ear, O God, to my prayer, and hide not thyself from my supplication.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ eji ụbọ akwara akpọ. Abụ maskil Devid. O Chineke, nụrụ ekpere m, agbakwala arịrịọ m nkịtị;
2 Listen unto me, and answer me: I mourn in my grief, and moan;
ṅaa m ntị, zaakwa m. Echiche m na-esogbu m; ana m asụkwa oke ude
3 Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked; for they cast wrong upon me, and in wrath they attack me.
nʼihi ihe onye iro m na-ekwu, nʼihi ịba mba nke ndị ajọ mmadụ, nʼihi na ha na-ewetara m ntaramahụhụ, na-akpagbu m nʼiwe ha.
4 My heart is sorely pained within me, and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
Obi m nọ nʼọnọdụ oke ihe mgbu nʼime m; oke ụjọ nke ọnwụ abịakwasịla m.
5 Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and shuddering hath covered me.
Ịtụ egwu na ahụ ịma jijiji abịakwasịkwala m; oke egwu ekpuchiela m.
6 And I said, Oh that some one would give me wings like a dove! I would fly away and dwell [quietly].
Agwara m onwe m okwu sị, “A sịkwarị na m nwere nku dịka nduru! Agaara m efelaga ebe ọzọ gaa zuru ike.
7 Lo, I would flee far away, I would spend my night in the wilderness. (Selah)
Agaara m efelaga ebe dị anya, ga nọrọ nʼọzara; (Sela)
8 I would prepare hastily a refuge for me from the sweeping wind [and] from storm.
Agaara m eme ngwangwa gaa nʼebe mgbaba m, ebe dị anya site nʼebe ifufe siri ike na oke ifufe dị.”
9 Destroy, O Lord, divide their tongue; for I have seen violence and strife in the city;
O Onyenwe anyị, gbagwojuo ndị ajọ omume anya, mee ka ha ghara ịghọta ihe ibe ha na-ekwu, nʼihi na ana m ahụ ihe ike na ịlụ ọgụ nʼime obodo.
10 Day and night do these encompass it upon her walls: and wrong and trouble are in her midst.
Ehihie na abalị, ha na-ejegharị nʼelu mgbidi ya; iro na mmegbu dị nʼime ya.
11 Mischief is in her midst: guile and deceit depart not from her streets.
A na-ahụta akaọrụ ihe ịla nʼiyi nʼime obodo; ihe ike na ụgha ewerela ọnọdụ ha nʼime obodo.
12 For it is not an enemy that reproached me; then I could bear it: not he that hateth me hath magnified himself against me; then I would have hidden myself from him;
A sị na ọ bụ onye iro ji m eme ihe ọchị, apụrụ m ịnagide ya; a sịkwa na ọ bụ onye iro na-eweli onwe ya megide m, apụrụ m izonarị onwe m site nʼebe ọ nọ.
13 But it is thou, a man my equal, my guide, and my acquaintance;
Maọbụ gị, nwoke dịka m, onye mụ na ya dị na mma, enyi m ọma,
14 So that we took sweet secret counsel together, and walked unto the house of God in tumultuous company.
onye mụ na ya na-enwe mmekọrịta dị ụtọ na mbụ, nʼụlọ Chineke, ka anyị na-ejegharị nʼetiti ọha mmadụ bịara ife ofufe.
15 Let him dispense death over them; let them go down alive into the nether world; for evil is in their dwelling, in the midst of them. (Sheol h7585)
Ka ọnwụ bịakwasị ndị iro m na mberede; ka ha rịdaa ala mmụọ na ndụ, nʼihi na ihe ọjọọ na-achọta ebe ọnọdụ nʼetiti ha. (Sheol h7585)
16 I, however, will call on God: and the Lord will save me.
Ma akpọkuru m Chineke, Onyenwe anyị na-azọpụtakwa m.
17 At evening and morning and noon will I make my complaint and moan: and he heareth my voice.—
Nʼụtụtụ, ma nʼehihie, ma nʼabalị, ka m sitere nʼoke ihe mgbu, na-akpọku ya ma ọ na-anụkwa olu m.
18 He delivereth my soul in peace from the battle against me; for in multitudes are they [contending] with me.
Ọ na-agbapụta m, mee ka m ghara imerụ ahụ, site nʼagha niile e busoro m, nʼagbanyeghị nʼọtụtụ biliri megide m.
19 God will hear, and humble them—yea, he that sitteth enthroned from the oldest time Selah—those who dread no changes, and fear not God.
Chineke, onye nọkwasịrị nʼocheeze ya ruo mgbe ebighị ebi, onye na-adịghị agbanwe, ga-anụ olu ha, taakwa ha ahụhụ, nʼihi na ha adịghị atụ egwu Chineke. (Sela)
20 He stretcheth out his hands against those at peace with him: he violateth his covenant.
Onye mụ na ya dị na mma na-emegide ndị enyi ya, ọ na-emerụ ọgbụgba ndụ ya ka ọ ghara ịdị nsọ.
21 The creamy words of his mouth are smooth, yet there is war [in] his heart; his words are softer than oil, yet are they drawn swords.
Okwu ọnụ ya dị mụrụmụrụ ka bọta, ma ibu agha juru ya obi; okwu ya niile dị nro karịa mmanụ, ma ha bụ mma agha e welitere maka ibu agha.
22 Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he will sustain thee: he will never suffer the righteous to be moved.
Tụkwasị Onyenwe anyị mkpa gị niile, ọ ga-agba gị ume; ọ gaghị ekwe ka ewezuga onye ezi omume.
23 But thou, O God, thou wilt bring them down into the pit of destruction: let not the men of blood and deceit live out half their days; but I will indeed trust in thee.
Ma gị, O Chineke, ga-adọtu ndị ajọ omume nʼime olulu nke jupụtara nʼire ure; ndị ogbu mmadụ na ndị aghụghọ agaghị ebi ọ bụladị ọkara ndụ ha. Ma mụ onwe m, ọ bụ na gị ka m na-atụkwasị obi m.
