Psalms 17
1 A PRAYER OF DAVID. Hear, O YHWH, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear [to] my prayer, without lips of deceit.
Ekpere Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, nụrụ arịrịọ m ziri ezi, nụrụkwa mkpu akwa m. Gee ntị nʼekpere m nʼihi na o siteghị nʼegbugbere ọnụ na-ekwu okwu aghụghọ.
2 My judgment goes out from before You; Your eyes see uprightly.
Ka mkpepụta m si nʼaka gị bịa; ka anya gị hụ ihe ziri ezi.
3 You have proved my heart, You have inspected by night, You have tried me, You find nothing; My thoughts do not pass over my mouth.
Ọ bụ ezie na ị nyochaala obi m, i letala m nʼabalị, nwalekwaa m, ị ga-achọpụta na o nweghị ihe ọ ọjọọ bụla m zubere, na ọnụ m ekwuhiebeghị.
4 As for doings of man, Through a word of Your lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;
Ndị mmadụ agbalịala inye m ngarị ma anaghị m ekwe ka mụ na ndị na-eme ihe ike nwee mmekọrịta nʼihi iwu sitere nʼegbugbere ọnụ gị.
5 To uphold my goings in Your paths, My steps have not slipped.
Nzọ ụkwụ m akpafubeghị site nʼụzọ gị, ụkwụ m agbụchapụghịkwa site nʼọnọdụ ya.
6 I called You, for You answer me, O God, incline Your ear to me, hear my speech.
Ana m akpọku gị, O Chineke, nʼihi na amaara m na ị ga-aza m; gee m ntị ma nụrụ ekpere m.
7 Separate Your kindness wonderfully, O Savior of the confiding, By Your right hand, from withstanders.
Zipụta ịhụnanya gị dị oke ebube; gị onye na-eji aka nri gị dị ike azọpụta ndị niile gbabara na gị site nʼaka ndị iro ha.
8 Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; Hide me in the shadow of Your wings,
Chebe m dịka mkpụrụ anya gị; zoo m na ndo nke nku gị,
9 From the face of the wicked who spoiled me, [From] my enemies in soul who go around against me.
site nʼaka ndị ajọ omume gbara m gburugburu, ọ bụladị ndị iro m, ndị chọrọ igbu m.
10 They have closed up their fat, Their mouths have spoken with pride:
Ha anaghị eme ebere, ha bụ ndị afọ tara mmiri, okwu ịnya isi juru ha ọnụ.
11 “Our steps have now surrounded [him]”; They set their eyes to turn aside in the land.
Ha achọpụtala ebe m nọ, ugbu a, ha gbara m gburugburu, ha ji anya nkọ, jikerekwa ịtụ m nʼala.
12 His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
Ha ka ọdụm agụụ na-agụ nke zoro onwe ya nʼọhịa, dịka ọdụm dị ike na-eche ihe ọ ga-adọgbu.
13 Arise, O YHWH, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Your sword,
Onyenwe anyị, bilie guzogide ha, tigbuo ha. Jiri mma agha gị zọpụta m site nʼaka ndị ajọ omume.
14 From men, Your hand, O YHWH, From men of the world, their portion [is] in life, And [with] Your hidden things You fill their belly, They are satisfied [with] sons, And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
O Onyenwe anyị, zọpụta m site nʼaka ndị dị otu a, site nʼaka ndị ụgwọ ọrụ ha bụ nʼụwa a. Ka ihe ịkpakọbara debere ndị ajọ omume jupụta afọ ha, ka afọ jukwa ụmụ site nʼihe ndị a, ka ha hapụrụ ihe fọdụrụ nye ụmụntakịrị ha.
15 I—in righteousness, I see Your face; I am satisfied, in awaking, [with] Your form!
Ma mụ onwe m ga-ahụ ihu gị site nʼezi omume; mgbe m ga-ebili, afọ ga-eju m nke ọma, nʼihi na aga m ahụ gị ihu na ihu.
