Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, lee na eze na-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼike gị. Obi na-atọkwa ya ụtọ nke ukwuu nʼihi mmeri niile i nyere ya!
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
I nyela ya ihe obi ya chọrọ; i mekwaara ya ihe niile ọ rịọrọ gị! (Sela)
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
I ji ngọzị bara ụba nabata ya, ọ bụkwa okpueze e ji ọlaedo a ṅụchara nke ọma kpụọ ka i kpukwasịrị ya nʼisi.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Ọ rịọrọ ka i nye ya ndụ, i zara ekpere ya mekwaa ka o nwee ogologo ndụ nke ga-adịgide ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Nsọpụrụ ya dị ukwuu site na mmeri niile i nyere ya, ebube na ịma mma bụ onyinye i nyere ya.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Nʼezie, i nyela ya ngọzị na-adịgide ruo mgbe ebighị ebi, i mere ka o nwee obi ụtọ nke na-esite nʼọṅụ nke nọnyere gị.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Nʼihi na eze na-atụkwasị Onyenwe anyị obi, agaghị ewezuga ya nʼọnọdụ ya site nʼịhụnanya nke Onye kachasị ihe niile elu nke na-enweghị ọgwụgwụ.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Ị ga-anwụchi ndị iro gị niile; aka nri gị ga-ejidekwa ndị kpọrọ gị asị.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Mgbe ị pụtara ịlụ ọgụ, ị ga-erepịa ha dịka ọkụ nke na-enwu ajọ onwunwu. Nʼoke iwe ya, Onyenwe anyị ga-elo ha, ọkụ ya ga-erepịakwa ha.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Ị ga-esite nʼelu ụwa laa agbụrụ ha niile nʼiyi, ụmụ ha kwa site, nʼetiti ụmụ mmadụ.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Nʼagbanyeghị na ha nwere ike ịpịa ọpịpịa ọjọọ megide gị, maọbụ tụpụta atụmatụ ọjọọ, ha agaghị emezu ebumnuche ha.
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
Nʼihi na i ga-eme ka ha gbaghachi azụ mgbe i kwere ụta gị tụgide ha nʼihu.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
O Onyenwe anyị, ka e bulie gị elu nʼihi ike gị; anyị ga-abụ abụ ma tokwaa ike gị.
