Psalms 28
1 David’s. Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, O my Rock! do not turn in silence from me, —lest, if thou turn from me in silence, I be like them who go down into the pit.
Abụ Ọma Devid. Gị Onyenwe anyị ka m na-akpọku; gị bụ Oke nkume m, agbala m nkịtị. Ọ bụrụ na ị jụ ịza m, aga m eyi otu nʼime ndị ahụ na-arịda nʼolulu.
2 Hear the voice of my supplication, when I cry to thee for help, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy shrine.
Nụrụ arịrịọ m maka ebere dịka m na-akpọku gị maka enyemaka, mgbe m chịlịri aka m abụọ elu nʼEbe gị Kachasị Nsọ.
3 Do not drag me away—with the lawless, or with the workers of iniquity, —who speak peaceably with their neighbours, but, wrong, is in their heart.
Adọkpụrụla m tinyere ndị ajọ mmadụ, tinyekwara ndị na-eme ajọ ihe, ndị ji ire ụtọ agwa ndị agbataobi ha okwu udo, ma ha bu iro nʼime obi ha.
4 Give them, according to their deed, and, according to the wrong of their practices, —According to the work of their own hands, give thou unto them, Bring back their own dealing to themselves.
Kwụghachi ha dịka ọrụ ọjọọ ha na omume ha kwesiri; kwụghachi ha maka ihe aka ha mere, ka ihe ga-adakwasị ha bụrụ ihe ha kwesiri iketa.
5 Because they heed not The Deeds of Yahweh, or the Work of his hands, he will pull them down, and not build them.
Nʼihi na ha adịghị aghọta ọrụ niile nke Onyenwe anyị, ha adịghịkwa aghọta ihe aka ya abụọ rụrụ, ọ ga-akwada ha nʼala, ọ gaghị ewulikwa ha elu ọzọ.
6 Blessed be Yahweh, Because he hath heard the voice of my supplication.
Toonu Onyenwe anyị, nʼihi na o gere ntị nʼarịrịọ m rịọrọ ya ka o meere m ebere.
7 Yahweh, is my strength and my shield, In him, hath trusted my heart, and I have found help, —Therefore hath my heart danced for joy, and, with my song, do I praise him.
Onyenwe anyị bụ ike m na ọta m; ana m atụkwasị ya obi m, si otu a bụrụ onye a na-enyere aka. Obi m na-awuli elu nʼihi ọṅụ, aga m ejikwa abụ m na-eto ya.
8 Yahweh, is strength to his people, —And, the all-saving refuge of his Anointed One, is he!
Onyenwe anyị bụ ike nke ndị ya, ebe mgbaba e wusiri ike nke nzọpụta dịịrị onye ya etere mmanụ.
9 Oh save thy people, and bless thine inheritance, Tend them also, and carry them, Unto times age-abiding.
Zọpụta ndị gị, gọzikwaa ihe nketa gị; buuru ha onye ọzụzụ atụrụ, na-ekukwa ha ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
