Psalms 58
1 “To the chief musician Al-tashcheth, by David, a Michtham.” Do you indeed, who are dumb, speak righteously? do ye judge in uprightness, O ye sons of men?
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Nke olu abụ “E bibikwala.” Abụ Devid. Abụ miktam. Unu ndị na-achị achị, O nweela oge unu na-ekwu ihe ziri ezi? O nweela oge unu na-ekpe ikpe ziri ezi nʼetiti mmadụ?
2 Even in [your] heart ye work injustice: on the earth do ye weigh out the violence of your hands.
Mba, nʼime obi unu, unu na-echepụta mmegbu, aka unu na-emepụta ihe ike nʼelu ụwa.
3 The wicked are estranged [from goodness] from the womb: those who speak lies go astray from their very birth.
Ọ bụladị site nʼọmụmụ, ndị ajọ omume na-akpafu; site nʼime afọ, ha na-akpafu akpafu na-ekwusa okwu ụgha.
4 They have poison like the poison of a serpent: [they are] like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
Ha na-agbọpụta nsi nʼọnụ ha dịka agwọ, na-emechi ntị ha dịka ajụala ntị chiri,
5 Which will not hearken to the voice of conjurers, yea, that of the wisest of all charmers.
nke na-adịghị anụ olu onye mgbaasị na-akpọpụta ya, nʼagbanyeghị otu ǹka onye ahụ si dị.
6 O God, break out their teeth in their mouth: the jaw-teeth of the young lions tear thou out, O Lord.
O Chineke, tijie eze niile dị ha nʼọnụ; o Onyenwe anyị, dọpụta eze ọdụm ndị a!
7 Let them melt away as water [which] runneth off: when each one bendeth [his bow to shoot] his arrows, let them be as if cut in pieces.
Mee ka ha sọfuo dịka mmiri na-asọ asọ; mgbe ha na-eseti ụta ha, mee ka ọnụ àkụ ha gbajie.
8 As a snail which melteth, let him pass away; like the untimely birth of a woman which hath not seen the sun.
Dịka ejula nke na-agbaze mgbe ọ na-aga nʼụzọ ya; dịka nwa nwụrụ nʼafọ nne ya, ka ha ghara ịhụ anyanwụ.
9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, will he take them away with a whirlwind, both the green and the burning.
Tupu ite unu amata okpomọkụ nke osisi ogwu, ma ha dị ndụ, ma ha kpọnwụrụ akpọnwụ, a ga-azachapụ ndị ajọ omume.
10 The righteous will rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he will bathe his steps in the blood of the wicked.
Ndị ezi omume ga-enwe obi ụtọ mgbe a bọọrọ ha ọbọ, mgbe ha ga-asacha ụkwụ ha nʼime ọbara ndị ajọ omume.
11 So that a man shall say, Verily fruit will come for the righteous: verily there is a God that judgeth on the earth.
Mgbe ahụ, ndị mmadụ ga-ekwu sị, “Nʼezie, a na-akwụghachi ndị ezi omume ụgwọ; nʼezie, e nwere Chineke onye na-ekpe ụwa ikpe.”
