Psalms 40
1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. A Melody. I waited patiently for Yahweh, —And he inclined, unto me, and heard my cry for help;
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. Eji m ndidi chere Onyenwe anyị, ọ tụgharịkwutere m, ọ nụkwaara akwa m.
2 So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, —And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:
O sitere nʼolulu na-amị amị, nke apịtị na ụrọ juru, sepụta m; o guzobere ụkwụ m abụọ nʼelu oke nkume, nyekwa m ebe siri ike ka m guzo.
3 Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God, —Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh.
O tinyere abụ ọhụrụ nʼọnụ m, abụ otuto nye Chineke anyị. Ọtụtụ ga-ahụ ya ma tụọ egwu, ha ga-atụkwasị obi ha nʼime Onyenwe anyị.
4 How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood.
Onye a gọziri agọzi ka onye ahụ bụ, onye na-eme Onyenwe anyị ebe ntụkwasị obi ya; onye na-adịghị ele ndị mpako anya maọbụ ndị na-atụgharị gbasoo arụsị.
5 Mighty things, hast thou done—Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes towards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee—I would tell, and would speak!—They are too great to rehearse.
O Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, ọrụ ebube ị rụrụ dị ọtụtụ, ọ dịghị onye pụrụ ịgụkọta ihe niile ị kwadooro maka inye anyị; a sịkwarị na aga m ekwu ma kọsaa ihe banyere ha, ha karịrị ihe ọnụ pụrụ ikwu.
6 Sacrifice and meal-offering, thou didst not delight in, Ears, didst thou pierce for me, —Ascending-sacrifice and sin-bearer, thou didst not ask:
Aja na onyinye abụghị ihe ị chọrọ ma ị megheela ntị abụọ; aja nsure ọkụ na aja a chụrụ maka mmehie abụghị ihe ị chọrọ.
7 Then, said I—Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;
Mgbe ahụ, ekwuru m sị, “Lee m, abịala m, e dere banyere m nʼime akwụkwọ mpịakọta.
8 To do thy good-pleasure, O my God, is my delight, And, thy law, is in the midst of mine inward parts:
O Chineke m, ọ bụ ọchịchọ m ime ihe ị na-achọ, iwu gị dị nʼime obi m.”
9 I have told the good-tidings of righteousness in a great convocation, Lo! my lips, do I not restrain, O Yahweh, thou, knowest:
Ana m anọ nʼetiti ọgbakọ ukwuu na-ekwusa ihe ziri ezi; dịka ị maara, o Onyenwe anyị, anaghị m emechi ọnụ m.
10 Thy righteousness, have I not hid in the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and thy salvation, have I spoken, I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness from the great convocation.
Ekpuchighị m ezi omume gị nʼime obi m, ana m ekwupụta maka ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị na nzọpụta gị. Adịghị m ekpuchi ịhụnanya na eziokwu gị, nʼebe ọgbakọ ukwuu nọ.
11 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt not restrain thy compassions from me, Thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness, shall continually watch over me.
O Onyenwe anyị, ezonarịla m ebere gị, ka ịhụnanya gị na eziokwu gị chebe m oge niile.
12 For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!
Nʼihi na ọtụtụ nsogbu a na-apụghị ịgụta ọnụ gbara m gburugburu; mmehie m niile akarịala m, apụghịkwa m ịhụ ụzọ: ha karịrị agịrị isi dị m nʼisi, obi m na-adakwa mba nʼime m.
13 Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!
O Onyenwe anyị, ya masị gị ịzọpụta m; O Onyenwe anyị, bịa ngwangwa inyere m aka.
14 Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;
Ka ndị niile na-achọ ịnapụ m ndụ m, bụrụ ndị a ga-etinye nʼọnọdụ ihere na ọgbaaghara; ka ndị niile ọ na-amasị ịhụ ịla nʼiyi m, laghachi azụ nʼihere.
15 Let them be astonished on account of their own shame, who are saying of me, Aha! Aha!
Ka ndị ahụ na-asị m, “Ehee! Ehee!” kụja nʼihi ihere onwe ha.
16 Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, who are seekers of thee. Let them say continually—Yahweh be magnified! who are lovers of thy salvation.
Ma ka ndị niile na-achọ gị ṅụrịa ọṅụ, nweekwa obi ụtọ nʼime gị; ka ndị ahụ hụrụ nzọpụta gị nʼanya na-ekwu mgbe niile, “Onyenwe anyị dị ukwuu.”
17 But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, —My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!
Ma mụ onwe m bụ m ogbenye na onye nọ na mkpa; ka Onyenwe anyị cheta m. Ị bụ onye inyeaka m na onye mgbapụta m; Ị bụ Chineke m, anọla ọdụ ịbịa.
