Psalms 64

1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. Hear, O God, my voice, in my (meditation) You keep my life from the fear of an enemy,

Abụ Ọma dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. Nụrụ olu m O Chineke, mgbe m na-akọsara gị ihe na-esogbu m. Chebe ndụ m site nʼaka ndị iro m.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

Zopu m pụọ nʼizu nzuzo niile nke ndị ọjọọ, site nʼatụmatụ ndị na-eme ajọ ihe.

3 Who sharpened their tongue as a sword, They directed their arrow—a bitter word.

Ha na-amụ ire ha dịka e si amụ mma agha, na-agbapụ okwu dịka àkụ ọjọọ.

4 To shoot the perfect in secret places, Suddenly they shoot him, and do not fear.

Ha na-agba onye na-enweghị ihe o mere àkụ site nʼebe nzuzo, na mberede ka ha na-agba ya, na-atụghị egwu.

5 They strengthen an evil thing for themselves, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, “Who looks at it?”

Ha na-agbarịta ibe ha ume na-atụmatụ ọjọọ, ha na-ekwu banyere isi ọnya ha na nzuzo, ha na-asị, “Onye ga-ahụ ya?”

6 They search out perverse things, “We perfected a searching search,” And the inward part of man, and the heart, [are] deep.

Ha na-atụpụta atụmatụ ọjọọ na-asị, “Anyị echepụtala atụmatụ zuruoke!” Nʼezie, uche na obi mmadụ dị aghụghọ.

7 And God shoots them [with] an arrow, Their wounds have been sudden,

Ma Chineke ga-agba ha àkụ, na mberede ka a ga-etida ha.

8 And they cause him to stumble, Their own tongue [is] against them, Every looker on them flees away.

Ọ ga-atụgharị okwu ọnụ ha megide ha, mee ka ha laa nʼiyi; ndị niile hụrụ ha ga-efufe isi ha nʼịkwa emo.

9 And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And they have wisely considered His deed.

Mmadụ niile ga-atụ egwu, ha ga-ekwupụta ọrụ niile nke Chineke, ma tụgharịa uche nke ọma banyere ihe o mere.

10 The righteous rejoice in YHWH, And have trusted in Him, And all the upright of heart boast!

Ndị ezi omume ga-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼime Onyenwe anyị, ha ga-agbabakwa nʼime ya; ndị niile obi ha ziri ezi ga-anyakwa isi nʼime ya.