Psalms 108
1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.
Abụ, Abụ Ọma Devid. Obi m dị njikere, o Chineke; aga m eji mkpụrụobi m niile bụọ abụ ma kụkwaa egwu.
2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!
Teta! Ụbọ akwara na une! Aga m akpọte chi ọbụbọ.
3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.
Aga m eto gị, O Onyenwe anyị, nʼetiti mba niile; aga m abụ abụ banyere gị nʼetiti ndị niile dị iche iche.
4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.
Nʼihi na ịhụnanya gị dị ukwuu karịa eluigwe; ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị na-erukwa mbara eluigwe.
5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.
Ka e bulie gị elu, o Chineke, karịa eluigwe niile, ka ebube gị dị nʼelu ụwa niile.
6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!
Were aka nri gị zọpụta anyị ma nyere anyị aka, ka a gbapụta ndị ị hụrụ nʼanya.
7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;
Chineke esitela nʼịdị nsọ ya kwuo, sị, “Nʼọnọdụ ọṅụ nke mmeri, aga m ekesa Shekem, tụkwaa Ndagwurugwu Sukọt nʼihe ọtụtụ, nyepụ ya.
8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;
Gilead bụ nke m, Manase bụkwa nke m; Ifrem bụ okpu igwe m, Juda bụ mkpara eze m.
9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.
Moab bụ efere ịkwọ aka m, aga m atụsa akpụkpọụkwụ m nʼelu Edọm nʼelu isi Filistia, ana m eti mkpu mmeri.”
10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?
Onye ga-akpọrọ m gaa nʼobodo e wusiri ike? Onye ga-edu m gaa Edọm?
11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.
Ọ bụghị gị, o Chineke? Gị onye jụrụ anyị, onye na-adịghị esokwa ndị agha anyị aga agha?
12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:
Nyere anyị aka ka anyị pụọ nʼaka ndị iro, nʼihi na inyeaka mmadụ bụ ihe efu.
13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.
Site na Chineke, anyị ga-enwe mmeri, ọ ga-azọpịa ndị iro anyị niile nʼala.
