Psalms 77
1 To the Chief Musician. On "Jeduthun." Asaph’s, a Melody. With my voice—unto God, will I make outcry, With my voice unto God, and he will give ear unto me;
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Maka Jedutun. Abụ nke Asaf. Abụ Ọma. Etikuru m Chineke nʼoke olu maka enyemaka; etikuru m Chineke mkpu ka ọ nụrụ olu m.
2 In the day of my distress—unto My Lord, will I seek, My hand, by night, hath been outstretched and never once became slack, My soul, hath refused to be consoled;
Mgbe m nọ nʼihe mgbu, ọ bụ Onyenwe anyị ka m chọrọ. Nʼanyasị, esetipụrụ m aka m abụọ, ike na-agwụghị, mmụọ m jụkwara ka a akasịe ya obi.
3 I remember God and I murmur, I muse, and my spirit swooneth. (Selah)
O Chineke, echetara m gị, sụkwaa ude; echere m echiche, mkpụrụobi m dakwara mba. (Sela)
4 Thou hast held, watching, mine eyes, I was driven to and fro, and could not speak;
I kweghị ka anya m abụọ mechie; nʼihi oke mwute m, enweghị m ike kwuo okwu.
5 I reasoned, Of the days of aforetime, Of the years of by-gone ages;
Echere m echiche banyere ụbọchị niile gara aga, na afọ niile ndị gara aga.
6 I remember my song in the night, —With my own heart, I commune, And my spirit, maketh search: —
Echetara m abụ niile m na-abụ nʼime anyasị. Mkpụrụobi m nọ nʼọnọdụ ntụgharị uche, mmụọ m jụkwara ajụjụ.
7 For ages, will My Lord reject? And, not again, grant acceptance any more?
“Onyenwe anyị ọ ga-agbakụta m azụ ruo mgbe ebighị ebi? Ọ pụtara na ọ gaghị egosi ihuọma ya ọzọ?
8 Hath his lovingkindness, come to a perpetual end? Hath his word failed to generation after generation?
Ọ pụtara na ịhụnanya ya nke na-adịgide ruo ebighị ebi agwụla? Ọ pụtara na nkwa ya agaghị emezu ruo ebighị ebi?
9 Hath GOD, forgotten to show favour? Or hath he shut up, in anger, his compassions? (Selah)
Chineke, o chefuola i mere anyị ebere? O jichiela ọmịiko ya nʼihi iwe?” (Sela)
10 Then said I—An affliction to me, it is, The changing of the right hand of the Most High.
Mgbe ahụ, ekwuru m, “Lee ọnọdụ ọjọọ m, afọ niile mgbe Onye kachasị ihe niile elu setịpụrụ aka nri ya.
11 I will remember the doings of Yah, Surely I will remember, out of aforetime, thy wonderful way;
Aga m echeta ọrụ niile Onyenwe anyị rụrụ; e, aga m echeta ihe ịrịbama niile i mere nʼoge gara aga.
12 And will talk to myself of all thy work, And, of thy doings, will I muse: —
Aga m atụgharịa uche m nʼọrụ gị niile, tuleekwa ọrụ ukwuu gị niile dị iche iche.”
13 O God, in the sanctuary, is thy way, —Who is a great GOD like Elohim?
O Chineke, ụzọ gị niile dị nsọ. Olee chi dị ukwuu dịka Chineke anyị?
14 Thou, art GOD, doing wonderfully, —Thou hast made known, among the peoples, thy might;
Ị bụ Chineke onye na-arụ ọrụ ebube dị iche iche; ị na-egosipụta ike gị nʼetiti ụmụ mmadụ.
15 Thou didst redeem, with thine arm—Thy people, Thy sons of Jacob and Joseph. (Selah)
I ji aka gị dị ike gbapụta ndị gị, bụ ụmụ ụmụ Jekọb na Josef. (Sela)
16 The waters saw thee, O God, The waters saw thee, They were in birth-throes, Yea the resounding deeps were stirred;
Osimiri hụrụ gị, O Chineke, osimiri hụrụ gị, taa; ogbu mmiri mere mkpọtụ.
17 The clouds, poured down waters, The skies uttered, a voice, Yea, thine arrows, flew hither and thither;
Igwe ojii wụpụrụ mmiri, mkpọtụ egbe eluigwe jupụtara mbara eluigwe; àkụ gị gburu amụma ebe niile.
18 The, voice of thy thunder, was in the whirlwind, Thy lightnings illumined the world, The earth, trembled and quaked;
A nụrụ ụda egbe eluigwe gị nʼoke ifufe, amụma gị nyere ụwa niile ihe; elu ụwa niile mara jijiji, tụkwaa oke egwu.
19 In the sea, was thy way, And, thy path, in the mighty waters, And, thy footprints, could not be known:
Ọ bụ nʼosimiri ka nzọ ụkwụ gị gara, ụzọ gị gara nʼetiti oke osimiri, ọ bụ ezie na ahụghị m nzọ ụkwụ gị anya.
20 Thou didst lead, like a flock, thy people, By the hand of Moses and Aaron.
I sitere nʼaka Mosis na Erọn duo ndị gị dịka igwe atụrụ.
