Psalms 80
1 To the Chief Musician. For "the Lilies of Testimony." Asaph’s. A Melody. O Shepherd of Israel, give ear, Thou who leddest forth Joseph like a rock, Thou who art throned on the cherubim, appear!
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi Abụ. Ọ bụ olu abụ eji ekwe “Okoko lili nke Ọgbụgba Ndụ” Abụ Ọma nke Asaf. Nụrụ olu anyị, O Onye ọzụzụ atụrụ nke Izrel, gị onye na-edu Josef dịka igwe atụrụ. Gị onye na-anọdụ dịka eze, nʼetiti cherubim, nwupụta Ìhè
2 Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh, stir up thy strength, And come! to our salvation.
nʼihu Ifrem, Benjamin na Manase. Kpọtee ịdị ike gị, bịa zọpụta anyị.
3 O God, bring us back, And light up thy face, That we may be saved.
O Chineke, kpọghachi anyị azụ, mee ka ihu gị nwukwasị anyị, ka e nwee ike ịzọpụta anyị.
4 O Yahweh, God of hosts! How long hast thou been wroth with the prayer of thy people?
O Onyenwe anyị, Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ruo ole mgbe ka iwe gị ga-adị ọkụ megide ekpere ndị gị?
5 Thou hast fed them with the food of tears, And hast caused them to drink the water of weeping in threefold abundance.
I jirila anya mmiri dịka a ga-asị na ọ bụ achịcha zụọ ha nri; i meela ka ha ṅụọ anya mmiri nʼihe ọtụtụ.
6 Thou dost make us an object of contention to our neighbours, And, our foes, find mockery for themselves.
I meela ka anyị bụrụ ihe na-eweta esemokwu nʼetiti ndị agbataobi anyị, ndị iro anyị na-achịkwa anyị ọchị.
7 O God of hosts, bring us back, And light up thy face, That we may be saved.
O Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, kpọghachi anyị azụ, mee ka ihu gị nwukwasị anyị, ka e nwee ike ịzọpụta anyị.
8 A vine out of Egypt, thou didst remove, Thou didst cast out nations, and plant it;
I sitere nʼala Ijipt wepụta osisi vaịnị; ị chụpụrụ mba ndị ọzọ, kụọ ya.
9 Thou didst make a clear space before it, So it rooted well its roots, and filled up the land;
Ị sụchaara ya ala, mgbọrọgwụ ya bara nʼime ala nke ọma, o jupụtakwara ala ahụ niile.
10 Covered were the mountains with its shade, And, with its boughs, the mighty cedars.
Ndo ya kpuchiri ugwu niile, alaka ya gbasara kpuchie osisi sida ukwu sida.
11 It thrust forth its branches as far as the sea, —And, unto the River, its shoots.
Ọ wasaala alaka ya ruo oke osimiri wasaakwa ume ya ruo osimiri.
12 Wherefore hast thou broken down its fences, So that all who pass along the way, pluck its fruit?
Gịnị mere i ji tiwasịa mgbidi ya niile si otu a mee ka ndị niile na-agafe ghọrọ mkpụrụ ya?
13 The boar out of the forest, browseth upon it, And, the wild beast of the field, pastureth thereon.
Oke ezi si nʼoke ọhịa na-emebisi ya, ụmụ ahụhụ si nʼọhịa dị iche iche na-ejikwa ya emere ihe oriri.
14 O God of hosts, return, we pray thee, —Look down out of the heavens, and see, And inspect this vine:
Lọghachikwute anyị, O Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile. Si nʼeluigwe ledata anya ma hụ! Letakwa osisi vaịnị a,
15 Yea the stock which thy right hand planted, Even upon the son thou didst secure for thyself.
mgbọrọgwụ nke aka nri gị kụrụ, ọkpara nke ị zụlitere nye onwe gị.
16 To be burned with fire, it is cut down, —At the rebuke of thy countenance, they will perish.
E gbutuola osisi vaịnị gị, e ji ọkụ repịa ya; mgbe ị bara mba, ndị gị na-ala nʼiyi.
17 Let thy hand be, Upon the Man of thy right hand, Upon the Son of Man thou didst secure for thyself;
Ka aka gị dịkwasị nwoke ahụ nọ nʼaka nri gị, nwa nke mmadụ onye ị zụlitere nye onwe gị.
18 So will we not draw back from thee, Thou wilt bring us to life, And, on thy Name, will we call.
Mgbe ahụ, anyị agaghị esikwa nʼebe ị nọ laghachi azụ; tutee anyị, anyị ga-akpọkukwa aha gị.
19 O Yahweh, God of hosts! bring us back, Light up thy face, That we may be saved.
Kpọghachi anyị azụ, O Onyenwe anyị, Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile mee ka ihu gị nwukwasị anyị, ka e nwee ike zọpụta anyị.
