Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
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 kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing 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 You know him? The son of man, that You esteem 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 has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Mmadụ dị ka otu nkuume; ụbọchị ndụ ya niile na-agafe ngwangwa dịka onyinyo.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
O Onyenwe anyị, kewaa eluigwe rịdata; metụ ugwu niile aka ka ha kwụọ anwụrụ ọkụ.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Zipụ amụma ka o chụsasịa ndị iro niile; gbaa ha àkụ gị niile ma chụsasịa ha.
7 Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Site nʼelu setịpụ aka gị; gbapụta m, napụtakwa m site nʼoke osimiri, site nʼaka ndị si mba ọzọ,
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
ndị ọnụ ha jupụtara nʼụgha, ndị aka nri ha jupụtakwara nʼaghụghọ.
9 O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
O Chineke, aga m abụku gị abụ ọhụrụ. Une e ji akwara iri mee ka m ga-eji kpọọrọ gị egwu;
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
gị onye na-enye ndị eze mmeri, onye na-agbapụta ohu ya Devid. Site na mma agha dị njọ
11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken 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 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness 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 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
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 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
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 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [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.
