Psalms 80
1 To the chief Musician upon Shoshannimeduth, A Psalm of Asaph. Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, thou that leadest Joseph like a flock; thou that dwellest between the cherubim, shine forth.
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 and save us.
nʼihu Ifrem, Benjamin na Manase. Kpọtee ịdị ike gị, bịa zọpụta anyị.
3 Restore us again, O God, and cause thy face to shine; and we shall be saved.
O Chineke, kpọghachi anyị azụ, mee ka ihu gị nwukwasị anyị, ka e nwee ike ịzọpụta anyị.
4 O LORD God of hosts, how long wilt thou be angry against 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 feedest them with the bread of tears; and givest them tears to drink in great measure.
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 makest us a strife to our neighbours: and our enemies laugh among themselves.
I meela ka anyị bụrụ ihe na-eweta esemokwu nʼetiti ndị agbataobi anyị, ndị iro anyị na-achịkwa anyị ọchị.
7 Restore us again, O God of hosts, and cause thy face to shine; and we shall 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 Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt: thou hast cast out the heathen, and planted it.
I sitere nʼala Ijipt wepụta osisi vaịnị; ị chụpụrụ mba ndị ọzọ, kụọ ya.
9 Thou didst prepare room before it, and didst cause it to take deep root, and it filled the land.
Ị sụchaara ya ala, mgbọrọgwụ ya bara nʼime ala nke ọma, o jupụtakwara ala ahụ niile.
10 The hills were covered with its shadow, and its boughs were like the goodly cedars.
Ndo ya kpuchiri ugwu niile, alaka ya gbasara kpuchie osisi sida ukwu sida.
11 She sent out her boughs to the sea, and her branches to the river.
Ọ wasaala alaka ya ruo oke osimiri wasaakwa ume ya ruo osimiri.
12 Why hast thou then broke down her hedges, so that all they who pass by the way do pluck her?
Gịnị mere i ji tiwasịa mgbidi ya niile si otu a mee ka ndị niile na-agafe ghọrọ mkpụrụ ya?
13 The boar from the forest doth waste it, and the wild beast of the field doth devour it.
Oke ezi si nʼoke ọhịa na-emebisi ya, ụmụ ahụhụ si nʼọhịa dị iche iche na-ejikwa ya emere ihe oriri.
14 Return, we beseech thee, O God of hosts: look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine;
Lọghachikwute anyị, O Chineke, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile. Si nʼeluigwe ledata anya ma hụ! Letakwa osisi vaịnị a,
15 And the vineyard which thy right hand planted, and the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.
mgbọrọgwụ nke aka nri gị kụrụ, ọkpara nke ị zụlitere nye onwe gị.
16 It is burnt with fire, it is cut down: they perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.
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 whom thou madest strong 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 go back from thee: revive us, and we will call upon thy name.
Mgbe ahụ, anyị agaghị esikwa nʼebe ị nọ laghachi azụ; tutee anyị, anyị ga-akpọkukwa aha gị.
19 Restore us again, O LORD God of hosts, cause thy face to shine; and we shall 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.
