Psalms 126

1 A Song of degrees. When the LORD turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.

Abụ nrigo. Mgbe Onyenwe anyị kpọghachitere ndị e mere ka ha lọta na Zayọn, anyị dị ka ndị na-arọ nrọ.

2 Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The LORD hath done great things for them.

Ọchị juru anyị ọnụ, abụ ọṅụ jukwara anyị ire. Mgbe ahụ, e kwukwara ya na mba niile sị, “Onyenwe anyị emeerela ha ọtụtụ ihe dị ukwuu.”

3 The LORD hath done great things for us; for which we are glad.

Onyenwe anyị emeerala anyị ọtụtụ ihe dị ukwuu, obi anyị jupụtakwara nʼọṅụ.

4 Turn again our captivity, O LORD, as the streams in the south.

Nyeghachi anyị akụnụba anyị, o Onyenwe anyị, dịka mmiri iyi na-asọ nʼala Negev.

5 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

Ndị niile na-eji anya mmiri na-arụ ọrụ ịkụ mkpụrụ ga-emesịa jiri abụ ọṅụ wee ihe ubi ahụ.

6 He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless return with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.

Onye ji ịkwa akwa buru mkpụrụ ubi ọ ga-agha na-aga, ga-emesịa jiri abụ ọṅụ na-alọghachi azụ, mgbe ha bu ukwu ọka ha.