Psalms 126

1 A Song of Ascents. When Yahweh brought back the captives of Zion, we were like them who dream:

Abụ nrigo. Mgbe Onyenwe anyị kpọghachitere ndị e mere ka ha lọta na Zayọn, anyị dị ka ndị na-arọ nrọ.

2 Then, was our mouth, filled with laughter, and our tongue with a shout of triumph, —Then, said they among the nations, Yahweh, hath done great things, with these!

Ọchị juru anyị ọnụ, abụ ọṅụ jukwara anyị ire. Mgbe ahụ, e kwukwara ya na mba niile sị, “Onyenwe anyị emeerela ha ọtụtụ ihe dị ukwuu.”

3 Yahweh, hath done great things with us, we are full of joy!

Onyenwe anyị emeerala anyị ọtụtụ ihe dị ukwuu, obi anyị jupụtakwara nʼọṅụ.

4 Bring thou back, O Yahweh, our captives, like channels in the South.

Nyeghachi anyị akụnụba anyị, o Onyenwe anyị, dịka mmiri iyi na-asọ nʼala Negev.

5 They who are sowing with tears, with shouting, shall reap:

Ndị niile na-eji anya mmiri na-arụ ọrụ ịkụ mkpụrụ ga-emesịa jiri abụ ọṅụ wee ihe ubi ahụ.

6 He that, doth indeed go forth, and weep, bearing seed enough to trail along, doth, surely come in, with shouting, bringing his sheaves.

Onye ji ịkwa akwa buru mkpụrụ ubi ọ ga-agha na-aga, ga-emesịa jiri abụ ọṅụ na-alọghachi azụ, mgbe ha bu ukwu ọka ha.