Psalms 81
1 To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." Asaph’s. Shout ye for joy, unto God our strength, Sound the note of triumph, to the God of Jacob;
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi Abụ. Abụ nke Asaf nʼusoro gittit. Bụkuo Chineke bụ ike anyị abụ ọṅụ, tikusie Chineke Jekọb mkpu ike!
2 Raise a melody, and strike the timbrel, The lyre so sweet, with the harp:
Bidonụ iti egwu, kụọ ihe iti egwu, kpọọnụ ụbọ akwara na-enye abụ ụtọ na une.
3 Blow, at the new moon, the horn, At the full moon, for the day of our sacred festival:
Fụọnụ opi ike nʼoge ọnwa ọhụrụ, na mgbe ọnwa gbapụtara nʼuju ya, nʼụbọchị mmemme anyị;
4 For, a statute to Israel, it is, A regulation, by the God of Jacob;
nke a bụ iwu dịrị Izrel, ụkpụrụ Chineke nke Jekọb.
5 A testimony in Joseph, he appointed it, When he went forth over the land of Egypt: A language I liked not, used I to hear;
O mere ka o guzosie ike dịka iwu nye Josef mgbe ọ pụrụ imegide Ijipt. Anụkwara m olu nʼasụsụ nke m na-amaghị, ka ọ na-asị:
6 I took away, from the burden, his shoulder, his hands, from the clay, were set free.
“Ewezugala m ibu arọ site nʼubu ha; aka ha abụọ nwere onwe ha site nʼịrụ ọrụ.
7 In distress, thou didst cry, and I delivered thee, —I answered thee, within a hiding-place of thunder, I proved thee by the waters of Meribah. (Selah)
Nʼime ihe mgbu unu, unu kpọrọ oku, anapụtara m unu, azara m unu site nʼegbe eluigwe; anwara m unu na mmiri nke Meriba. (Sela)
8 Hear, O my people, and I will adjure thee, O Israel, if thou wilt hearken unto me!
“Nụrụnụ, ndị m, aga m adọ unu aka na ntị, a sịkwarị na unu ga-ege m ntị, unu ndị Izrel!
9 There shall not be, within thee, a foreign GOD, —Neither shalt thou bow down to a strange GOD:
Unu agaghị enwe chi ndị mba ọzọ nʼetiti unu; unu agaghị akpọkwa isiala nye chi si ala ọzọ.
10 I, Yahweh, am thy God, Who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt, —Open wide thy mouth, that I may fill it.
Abụ m Onyenwe anyị Chineke unu, onye kpọpụtara unu site nʼala Ijipt. Meghe ọnụ unu ka ọ saa mbara, aga m emeju ya.
11 But my people, hearkened not, unto my voice, Even, Israel, inclined not unto me.
“Ma ndị m ekweghị ige m ntị. Izrel emekwaghị dịka m gwara ha.
12 So then I let them go on in the stubbornness of their own heart, They might walk in their own counsels!
Ya mere, ahapụrụ m ha na ndụ isiike ha, ka ha soro nchepụta nke echiche ha.
13 If, my people, were hearkening unto me, [If, ] Israel, in my ways, would walk,
“Ewoo, a sị na ndị m gaara ege m ntị, a sịkwa na Izrel ga-eso ụzọ m niile.
14 Right soon, their foes, would I subdue, And, against their adversaries, would I turn my hand:
Ọ gaghị adị anya mgbe m ga-eji ike m, wezuga ndị iro ya site nʼọnọdụ ha. Aga m eweli aka m, megide ndị iro ya niile.
15 The haters of Yahweh, should come cringing unto him, Then let their own good time be age-abiding!
Ndị niile kpọrọ Onyenwe anyị asị, ga-ada nʼihu ya nʼụjọ. Ịta ahụhụ ha ga-adịgidekwa, ruo ebighị ebi.
16 Then would he feed them from the marrow of the wheat, Yea, out of the rock—with honey, would I satisfy thee.
Ma a ga-eji ụtụ ọka wiiti kachasị mma, nyejuo unu afọ; aga m ejikwa mmanụ aṅụ nke sitere nʼoke nkume, nyejuo unu afọ.”
