Psalms 63
1 A Melody of David. When he was in the Wilderness of Judah. O God, my GOD, thou art, Earnestly do I desire thee, —My soul thirsteth for thee, My flesh fainteth for thee, In a land—dry, and weary for want of water, —
Abụ Ọma Devid, mgbe ọ nọ nʼọzara Juda. O Chineke, ị bụ Chineke m, e ji m obi m niile na-achọ gị; akpịrị na-akpọ mkpụrụobi m nkụ, anụ ahụ m na-achọsi gị ike, nʼala kpọrọ nkụ na nke ịda mba ebe mmiri na-adịghị nʼime ya.
2 In like manner as, in the sanctuary, I have had vision of thee, To behold thy power and thy glory.
Ahụla m gị nʼụlọnsọ gị, hụkwa ike gị na ebube gị.
3 Because better is thy lovingkindness than life, My lips, aloud shall praise thee!
Nʼihi na ịhụnanya gị dị mma karịa ndụ, aga m eji egbugbere ọnụ m jaa gị mma.
4 Thus, will I bless thee while I live, In thy Name, will I lift up mine outspread hands:
Ogologo ụbọchị m niile ka m ga-eto gị, aga m eweli aka m abụọ elu kpọkuo aha gị.
5 As with fatness and richness, shall my soul be satisfied, And, with joyfully shouting lips, shall my mouth utter praise.
Mkpụrụobi m ga-enwe afọ ojuju dịka onye ji ezi nri rijuo afọ; aga m eji egbugbere ọnụ jupụtara nʼabụ too gị.
6 Should I call thee to mind upon my couch, In the watches of the night, would I breathe soft speech of thee.
Nʼelu ihe ndina m, ana m echeta gị, ana m atụgharị uche nʼihe banyere gị, ogologo abalị niile.
7 For thou hast become a help unto me, —And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I shout for joy.
Nʼihi na ị bụ onye inyeaka m, ana m abụ abụ nʼokpuru ndo nke nku gị.
8 My soul hath run clinging to thee, On me, hath thy right hand laid hold.
Mkpụrụobi m na-arapara gị nʼahụ; aka nri gị na-ejigide m.
9 When, they, to crush it, would seek my life, They shall go into the lower parts of the earth:
A ga-ala ndị na-achọ ndụ m nʼiyi; ha ga-arịda ruo ebe omimi nke ụwa.
10 Every one shall be given up into the power of the sword, The portion of jackals, shall they become.
A ga-eji mma agha laa ha nʼiyi, ha ga-abụkwa nri nye nkịta ọhịa.
11 But, the king, shall rejoice in God, —Every one shall glory who sweareth by him, For the mouth of them who speak falsehood, shall be stopped.
Ma eze ga-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼime Chineke; ndị niile na-eji aha Chineke aṅụ iyi ga-eto ya, ma a ga-eme ka ọnụ ndị niile na-agha ụgha dere duu.
