Psalms 7
1 Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
Abụ Shiggaion nke Devid, nke ọ bụkuru Onyenwe anyị banyere Kush, onye Benjamin. Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, nʼime gị ka m gbabara; zọpụta m, ma napụta m site nʼaka ndị niile na-achụ m ọsọ,
2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
ma ọ bụ ha adọkaa m dịka ọdụm, ha ga-adọsasịkwa m ebe mmadụ ọbụla enweghị ike ịnapụta m.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
O Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, ọ bụrụ na m mere ihe dị otu a; ọ bụrụkwa na aka m adịghị ọcha.
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
Ọ bụrụ na m jiri ihe ọjọọ kwụghachi onye mụ na ya nọ nʼudo ụgwọ, maọbụ site nʼụzọ na-ezighị ezi zuo ihe onye iro m.
5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
Mgbe ahụ, ka onye iro m chụọ m ọsọ, jide m; ka ọ tụọ m nʼala zọpịa ndụ m, mee ka m bụrụ onye a ga-ahapụ nʼuzuzu nʼọnọdụ ọdịndụ-ọnwụkamma. (Sela)
6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
Bilie, Onyenwe anyị, nʼiwe gị, bilie megide oke iwe ndị iro m; teta Chineke m, kpee ikpe ziri ezi.
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
Ka nzukọ niile chịkọtara onwe ha ọnụ gbaa gị gburugburu, ebe ị na-anọkwasịkwa nʼebe dị elu na-achị ha.
8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
Ka Onyenwe anyị kpee ụmụ mmadụ niile ikpe. Kpee m ikpe, O Onyenwe anyị, dịka ezi omume m si dị, na dịka izuoke m si dị, gị Onye kachasị ihe niile elu.
9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
O Chineke onye ezi omume, onye na-enyochapụta echiche na obi mmadụ, mee ka ihe ike ndị ajọ omume bịa na njedebe meekwa ka ndị ezi omume guzosie ike.
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
Chineke nke kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ ọta m, ọ na-azọpụta ndị niile obi ha ziri ezi.
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
Chineke bụ onye na-ekpe ikpe ziri ezi, Chineke, onye na-ezipụta oke iwe ya kwa ụbọchị.
12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
Ọ bụrụ na onye ahụ echegharịghị, ọ ga-amụ mma agha ya ka ọ dịrị nkọ, ọ ga-arọgọ ụta ya, kwadokwa ịgba ya.
13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
Ọ kwadoola ngwa agha niile nke ọnwụ; ọ na-eme ka àkụ ya bụrụ nke na-ere ọkụ.
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
Onye ọbụla dị ime ajọ ihe, na-atụrụ ime okwu na ụka mụpụtakwa ngharịpụ nke ụgha na-eweta.
15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
Ma onye ahụ na-egwu olulu na-adaba nʼime olulu ahụ o gwuru.
16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
Nsogbu ahụ ọ kpaliri na-abịakwasị ya ihe ike ahụ ọ kwadooro na-alaghachikwa azụ dakwasị ya nʼisi.
17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
Aga m enye Onyenwe anyị ekele nʼihi ezi omume ya, aga m abụku aha Onyenwe anyị, Onye kachasị ihe niile elu abụ otuto.
