Psalms 39
1 TO THE OVERSEER. FOR JEDUTHUN. A PSALM OF DAVID. I have said, “I observe my ways, Against sinning with my tongue, I keep a curb for my mouth, While the wicked [is] before me.”
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ maka Jedutun. Abụ Ọma Devid. Asịrị m, “Aga m elezi anya nʼụzọ m niile ma debe ire m ka m ghara ikwuhie; aga m eji ihe kechie ọnụ m mgbe m nọ nʼetiti ndị ajọ omume.”
2 I was mute [with] silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
Ma mgbe m mechiri ọnụ m ma nọrọ duu, jụ ikwu ọ bụladị ihe ọbụla dị mma, oke ihe mgbu m mụbara.
3 My heart [is] hot within me, In my meditating the fire burns, I have spoken with my tongue.
Obi m kporo ọkụ nʼime m, ma mgbe m na-atụgharị ihe ndị a nʼuche, ọkụ ahụ nọ na-ere; mgbe ahụ ekwuru m okwu sị:
4 “Cause me to know, O YHWH, my end, And the measure of my days—what it [is],” I know how frail I [am].
“O Onyenwe anyị, gosi m ọgwụgwụ nke ndụ m na ọnụọgụgụ ụbọchị m niile; mee ka m mara na ndụ m na-agafe ngwangwa.
5 Behold, You have made my days handbreadths, And my age [is] as nothing before You, Only, every man set up [is] all vanity. (Selah)
I meela ka ụbọchị m niile bụrụ naanị ihe dị nta; ogologo afọ m niile adịghị ka ihe ọbụla nʼihu gị. Ndụ onye ọbụla bụ naanị otu nkuume ọbụladị ndị dịka ha guzosirike. (Sela)
6 Only, each habitually walks in an image, Only, [in] vain, they are disquieted, He heaps up and does not know who gathers them.
“Nʼezie onye ọbụla na-ejegharị dịka onyinyo nʼefu ka ha na-ekwogharị nʼotu ebe na nke ọzọ, na-akpakọba akụ, na-amaghị onye ọ ga-abụ nke ya nʼikpeazụ.
7 And now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope—it [is] of You.
“Ma ugbu a, Onyenwe m, gịnị ka m na-ele anya ya? Olileanya m dị nʼime gị.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions, Do not make me a reproach of the fool.
Zọpụta m site na mmehie m niile; ekwela ka m bụrụ ihe ọchị nye ndị nzuzu.
9 I have been mute, I do not open my mouth, Because You have done [it].
Agbachiri m nkịtị, ajụrụ m ikwu okwu, nʼihi na ọ bụ gị mere ihe a.
10 Turn aside Your stroke from off me, From the striving of Your hand I have been consumed.
Kwụsị iti m ihe; ihe otiti nke aka gị ezuola m ahụ.
11 With reproofs against iniquity, You have corrected man, And dissolve his desirableness as a moth, Only, every man [is] vanity. (Selah)
Ị na-abara ndị mmadụ mba ma na-ata ha ahụhụ nʼihi mmehie ha; ị na-eripịa akụnụba ha dịka nla, mmadụ ọbụla bụ naanị otu nkuume. (Sela)
12 Hear my prayer, O YHWH, And give ear [to] my cry, Do not be silent to my tear, For I [am] a sojourner with You, A settler like all my fathers.
“O Onyenwe anyị, nụrụ ekpere m, gekwaa ntị nʼakwa m maka enyemaka; emechila ntị gị nye ibe akwa m. Nʼihi ana m ebinyere gị dịka onye ọbịa, dịka onye ije, dịka nna nna m ha mere.
13 Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
Lepụ anya na-ebe m nọ, ka m nwee ike kporie ndụ ọzọ, tupu m hapụ ebe a laa, a gaghị ahụkwa m ọzọ.”
