Psalms 84
1 To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts!
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi Abụ. Abụ Ọma ụmụ Kora nʼusoro gittit. Lee ka ebe obibi gị sị maa mma, O Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile!
2 My soul, longeth—yea even languisheth—for the courts of Yahweh, —My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD.
Ọ na-agụsị mkpụrụobi m agụụ ike, e mkpụrụobi m na-adakwa mba, ịbata nʼogige Onyenwe anyị; mkpụrụobi m na anụ ahụ m na-eti mkpu na-achọ Chineke dị ndụ.
3 Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!
Ọ bụladị ụmụ nnụnụ nta nke eluigwe, achọtala ebe obibi; eleke achọtakwarala onwe ya akwụ, ebe ọ ga na-edebe ụmụ ya, nʼakụkụ ebe ịchụ aja nsọ gị, O Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, Eze m na Chineke m.
4 How happy are they who abide in thy house, —Still are they praising thee. (Selah)
Ndị a gọziri agọzi ka ndị bi nʼụlọ gị bụ; ha na-eto gị mgbe niile. (Sela)
5 How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart.
Ndị a gọziri agọzi ka ha bụ, bụ ndị ike ha nwere dị na gị, ndị kpebiri nʼobi ha ịga njem.
6 Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain.
Mgbe ha na-esite na Ndagwurugwu Baka na-agafe, ha na-eme ya ka ọ bụrụ ebe isi iyi dị iche iche na-asọpụta; mmiri ozuzo mbụ na-ewere ngọzị niile kpuchie ya.
7 They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion.
Ike ha na-abawanye abawanye, tutu ha niile nʼotu na otu, abịa guzo nʼihu Chineke na Zayọn.
8 O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer, —Give hear, thou God of Jacob. (Selah)
O Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, nụrụ ekpere m. Gee m ntị, gị Chineke nke Jekọb.
9 Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One.
Lekwasị anya nʼọta anyị, O Chineke, jiri ihuọma lekwasị onye gị e tere mmanụ anya.
10 For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness.
Otu mkpụrụ ụbọchị a nọrọ nʼime ogige gị, karịrị puku ụbọchị a nọrọ ebe ọzọ; ọ ga-akara m mma ịbụ onye nche nʼọnụ ụzọ ụlọnsọ Chineke m, karịa ibi nʼụlọ ikwu nke ndị ajọ omume.
11 For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God, —Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame.
Onyenwe anyị Chineke bụ anyanwụ na ọta; Onyenwe anyị na-enye ihuọma na nsọpụrụ; ọ naghị egbochi ihe ọma ọbụla site nʼebe ndị na-eje ije nʼizuoke nọ.
12 O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!
O Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, ngọzị na-adịrị ndị niile na-atụkwasị gị obi.
