Psalms 17
1 A Prayer by David. Hear, Yahweh, my righteous plea. Give ear to my prayer that doesn’t go out of deceitful lips.
Ekpere Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, nụrụ arịrịọ m ziri ezi, nụrụkwa mkpu akwa m. Gee ntị nʼekpere m nʼihi na o siteghị nʼegbugbere ọnụ na-ekwu okwu aghụghọ.
2 Let my sentence come out of your presence. Let your eyes look on equity.
Ka mkpepụta m si nʼaka gị bịa; ka anya gị hụ ihe ziri ezi.
3 You have proved my heart. You have visited me in the night. You have tried me, and found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth shall not disobey.
Ọ bụ ezie na ị nyochaala obi m, i letala m nʼabalị, nwalekwaa m, ị ga-achọpụta na o nweghị ihe ọ ọjọọ bụla m zubere, na ọnụ m ekwuhiebeghị.
4 As for the deeds of men, by the word of your lips, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
Ndị mmadụ agbalịala inye m ngarị ma anaghị m ekwe ka mụ na ndị na-eme ihe ike nwee mmekọrịta nʼihi iwu sitere nʼegbugbere ọnụ gị.
5 My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.
Nzọ ụkwụ m akpafubeghị site nʼụzọ gị, ụkwụ m agbụchapụghịkwa site nʼọnọdụ ya.
6 I have called on you, for you will answer me, God. Turn your ear to me. Hear my speech.
Ana m akpọku gị, O Chineke, nʼihi na amaara m na ị ga-aza m; gee m ntị ma nụrụ ekpere m.
7 Show your marvelous loving kindness, you who save those who take refuge by your right hand from their enemies.
Zipụta ịhụnanya gị dị oke ebube; gị onye na-eji aka nri gị dị ike azọpụta ndị niile gbabara na gị site nʼaka ndị iro ha.
8 Keep me as the apple of your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,
Chebe m dịka mkpụrụ anya gị; zoo m na ndo nke nku gị,
9 from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.
site nʼaka ndị ajọ omume gbara m gburugburu, ọ bụladị ndị iro m, ndị chọrọ igbu m.
10 They close up their callous hearts. With their mouth they speak proudly.
Ha anaghị eme ebere, ha bụ ndị afọ tara mmiri, okwu ịnya isi juru ha ọnụ.
11 They have now surrounded us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.
Ha achọpụtala ebe m nọ, ugbu a, ha gbara m gburugburu, ha ji anya nkọ, jikerekwa ịtụ m nʼala.
12 He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
Ha ka ọdụm agụụ na-agụ nke zoro onwe ya nʼọhịa, dịka ọdụm dị ike na-eche ihe ọ ga-adọgbu.
13 Arise, Yahweh, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword,
Onyenwe anyị, bilie guzogide ha, tigbuo ha. Jiri mma agha gị zọpụta m site nʼaka ndị ajọ omume.
14 from men by your hand, Yahweh, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill the belly of your cherished ones. Your sons have plenty, and they store up wealth for their children.
O Onyenwe anyị, zọpụta m site nʼaka ndị dị otu a, site nʼaka ndị ụgwọ ọrụ ha bụ nʼụwa a. Ka ihe ịkpakọbara debere ndị ajọ omume jupụta afọ ha, ka afọ jukwa ụmụ site nʼihe ndị a, ka ha hapụrụ ihe fọdụrụ nye ụmụntakịrị ha.
15 As for me, I shall see your face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with seeing your form.
Ma mụ onwe m ga-ahụ ihu gị site nʼezi omume; mgbe m ga-ebili, afọ ga-eju m nke ọma, nʼihi na aga m ahụ gị ihu na ihu.
