Psalms 65
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. A SONG. To You, silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, And to You a vow is completed.
Abụ Ọma dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. Otu Abụ. I kwesiri otuto, O Chineke, nʼime Zayọn; ọ bụ gị ka anyị ga-emezuru nkwa anyị,
2 Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.
O gị onye na-anụ ekpere, ọ bụ gị ka mmadụ niile ga-abịakwute,
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—You cover them.
Mgbe mmehie na-anyịgbu anyị, ị gbaghara anyị njehie anyị niile.
4 O the blessedness of [him whom] You choose, And draw near, he inhabits Your courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Your holy temple.
Ngọzị na-adịrị ndị ahụ ị họpụtara, ka ha bịaruo nso, ibi nʼebe obibi gị! E ji ọtụtụ ezi ihe nke ụlọ gị, nke ụlọnsọ ukwuu gị, mee ka afọ ju anyị.
5 By fearful things in righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off The ends of the earth and sea.
O Chineke, Onye nzọpụta anyị, i ji ọrụ ezi omume dị oke egwu na-aza anyị, ị bụ olileanya ndị niile bi na nsọtụ nke ụwa, na osimiri niile dị ebe dị anya,
6 Establishing mountains by His power, He has been girded with might,
onye ji ike ya kpụọ ugwu niile, ebe i yikwasịrị onwe gị ike dịka ngwa agha,
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
onye mere ka ụda olu oke osimiri niile na ụda olu ebili mmiri, na ọgbaaghara mba niile deere duu.
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts Are afraid from Your signs, You cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing.
Ụwa niile jupụtara nʼịtụnanya nʼihi ọrụ ebube gị niile, nʼebe chi na-abọ, ebe anyanwụ na-ada, ka ị na-akpọlite abụ ọṅụ.
9 You have inspected the earth, and water it, You make it very rich, the stream of God [is] full of water, You prepare their grain, When thus You prepare it,
Ị na-elekọta ala na-agba ya mmiri; ị na-eme ka ọ bụrụ ala dị mma. Isi iyi Chineke adịghị ata ata, nʼihi inye ndị mmadụ mkpụrụ ubi, nʼihi na ọ bụ otu a ka ị chọrọ ka ọ dịrị.
10 Its ridges have been filled, Its furrow has been deepened, You soften it with showers, Its springing up You bless.
Ị na-eme ka mmiri jupụta nʼala a kọrọ akọ mee ka elu aja a kọrọ akọ dị larịị; ị na-eji mmiri ozuzo eme ka ọ dị nro, na-agọzikwa ihe ndị akụnyere na ya.
11 You have crowned the year of Your goodness, And Your paths drop fatness.
Ị na-eji owuwe ihe ubi bara ụba kpukwasị afọ ọbụla dịka okpueze, ụgbọ na-ebu ihe owuwe ubi na-ejubiga oke.
12 The pastures of a wilderness drop, And You gird the hills with joy.
Ala ebe ahịhịa na-epu nʼọzara na-ejupụta nʼahịhịa ndụ, e yikwasịrị ugwu niile obi ụtọ dịka uwe.
13 The meadows are clothed with the flock, And valleys are covered with grain, They shout—indeed, they sing!
E were igwe anụ ụlọ kpuchie nʼelu ala niile ebe ahịhịa dị ndụ puru, ọka kpuchikwara ndagwurugwu niile; ha na-eti mkpu ọṅụ na-abụkwa abụ.
