Psalms 27

1 A psalm of David. The Lord is my light and my savior; whom then should I fear? The Lord protects my life; whom then should I dread?

Abụ Ọma Devid. Onyenwe anyị bụ ìhè m na nzọpụta m, onye ka m ga-atụ egwu ya? Onyenwe anyị bụ ebe siri ike nke ndụ m, ọ bụkwa onye ka m ga-atụ egwu?

2 When the wicked drew near to assail me and eat up my flesh, it was those who distressed and opposed me who stumbled and fell.

Mgbe ndị na-eme ihe ọjọọ busoro m agha ka ha ripịa anụ ahụ m, ọ bụ ndị iro m na ndị kpọrọ m asị, bụ ndị ga-asọ ngọngọ ma dakwaa.

3 Though against me a host should encamp, yet my heart would be fearless: though battle should rise up against me, still would I be trustful.

Ọ bụrụ na usuu ndị agha agbaa m gburugburu, obi m agaghị atụ ụjọ ọbụla; ọ bụladị na agha adaa imegide m, nʼoge ahụ, ka m ga-enwe ntụkwasị obi.

4 One thing have I asked of the Lord, and that do I long for – To live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the grace of the Lord and inquire in his temple.

Naanị otu ihe ka m rịọrọ nʼaka Onyenwe anyị, nke ahụ bụkwa ihe m na-achọsi ike; ka m biri nʼụlọ Onyenwe anyị ụbọchị niile nke ndụ m, na ka m lekwasị ịma mma Onyenwe anyị, na ka m chọọ ya nʼime ụlọnsọ ukwuu ya.

5 For he will hide me in his shelter in the day of misfortune. In his sheltering tent he hides me: he lifts me up on a rock.

Nʼihi na nʼụbọchị nsogbu, ọ ga-echebe m nʼime ebe obibi ya; ọ ga-ezo m nʼime ụlọ ikwu ya; ma bulie m elu, debe m nʼelu oke nkume.

6 And now that my head he has lifted above my encircling foes, I will march round the altar and sacrifice, shouting with joy, in his tent, making music and song to the Lord.

Mgbe ahụ, a ga-eweli isi m elu karịa ndị iro m gbara m gburugburu; aga m eji iti mkpu ọṅụ, chụọ aja nʼụlọ ikwu ya; aga m abụ abụ, kụọ egwu nye Onyenwe anyị.

7 Hear, O Lord, my loud cry, and graciously answer me.

Gee ntị mgbe m na-akpọku gị Onyenwe anyị. Meere m ebere, zaa m.

8 My heart has said to you, “Your face, O Lord, I seek.”

Obi m na-ekwu banyere gị, “Chọọ ihu ya!” Ihu gị, Onyenwe anyị, ka m ga-achọ.

9 Hide not your face from me, reject not your servant in anger: for you have been my help. Abandon me not, nor forsake me, O God of my help:

Ezonarịla m ihu gị, agbakụtala ohu gị azụ nʼiwe; nʼihi na ị bụrịị onye inyeaka m. O Chineke, Onye nzọpụta m, ahapụkwala m.

10 for father and mother have left me; but the Lord will take me up.

Ọ bụrụrị na nne na nna m ahapụ m, Onyenwe anyị ga-anabata m.

11 Teach me your way, O Lord: lead me in an even path, because of my enemies.

Zi m ụzọ gị, O Onyenwe anyị; duo m nʼụzọ kwesiri nʼihi ndị na-akpagbu m.

12 Give me not up, O Lord, unto the rage of my foes; for against me have risen false witnesses, breathing out cruelty.

Ararala m nyefee nʼaka ndị kpọrọ m asị nʼihi ọchịchọ ha, ọtụtụ ndị ama ụgha ebiliela imegide m, ha na-ekupụ ihe ike dịka ume.

13 Firm is the faith I cherish, that I, in the land of the living, will yet see the goodness of God.

Olileanya m bụ nke a: Aga m ahụ ịdị mma Onyenwe anyị nʼala ndị dị ndụ.

14 Let your heart be courageous and strong, and wait on the Lord.

Chere Onyenwe anyị; dịrị ike, nwekwaa ume, ma chere Onyenwe anyị.