Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Devid. Abụ miktam nke eji olu abụ “E bibikwala,” abụ. Mgbe Sọl zipụrụ ndị ikom ka e chee ụlọ Devid nche nʼihi igbu ya. O Chineke, site nʼaka ndị iro m gbapụta m, chebe m site nʼaka ndị na-ebili imegide m.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Gbapụta m site nʼaka ndị na-eme ajọ ihe, zọpụtakwa m site nʼaka ndị ogbu mmadụ.
3 For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, LORD.
Lee ka ha siri zoo onwe ha nʼihi ịnapụ m ndụ! Ndị na-eme ihe ike na-agba izu megide m, o Onyenwe anyị, ma ọ bụghị nʼihi ihe m mere maọbụ mmehie m.
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Mgbe ọ na-adịghị ihe ọjọọ m mere, ma lee ha dị njikere imegide m. Bilie, bịa nyere m aka; lee ihe ọjọọ dakwasịrị m!
5 You, LORD God of Hosts, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
Gị, Onyenwe anyị Chineke Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, gị onye bụ Chineke nke Izrel, kpọtee onwe gị ịta mba niile dị iche iche ahụhụ; e gosikwala ndị na-ezube nzube ọjọọ obi ebere. (Sela)
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Nʼanyasị, ha na-alaghachi, na-eme mkpọtụ dịka ụmụ nkịta mgbe ha na-akpagharị nʼime obodo.
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Lee ihe ha si nʼọnụ ha na-aghụpụta, okwu si nʼọnụ ha na-agbụpụta dị nkọ dịka mma agha, ha na-asịkwa, “Onye pụrụ ịnụ ihe anyị na-ekwu?”
8 But you, LORD, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Ma gị Onyenwe anyị, na-achị ha ọchị; ị na-akwa mba ndị a niile emo.
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
O, gị onye bụ ike m, ana m ele anya gị; gị, o Chineke, bụ ebe mgbaba m e wusiri ike.
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
Chineke m, onye m tụkwasịrị obi. Chineke ga-ebutere m ụzọ mekwaa ka m chịa ndị niile na-ekwulu m ọchị.
11 Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.
O Onyenwe anyị na ọta anyị, egbukwala ha, ma ọ bụghị ya, ndị m ga-echefu. Were ike gị mee ka ha wagharịa, wedakwaa ha nʼala.
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Ka e jide ha nʼime nganga ha, nʼihi mmehie si ha nʼọnụ na-apụta, na nʼihi okwu ọnụ ha. Nʼihi okwu ọbụbụ ọnụ ha na okwu ụgha ha,
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. (Selah)
jiri iwe ọkụ repịa ha, repịa ha ruo mgbe ha ga-aghọ ntụ. Mgbe ahụ, a ga-amata ruo na nsọtụ nke ụwa, na Chineke na-achị Jekọb.
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Nʼanyasị ha na-alaghachi; na-eme mkpọtụ dịka ụmụ nkịta, mgbe ha na-akpagharị nʼime obodo.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
Ha na-awagharị na-achọ nri, na-etikwa mkpu ma ọ bụrụ na afọ ejughị ha.
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
Ma aga m abụ abụ banyere ike gị, nʼụtụtụ aga m abụ abụ banyere ịhụnanya gị; ị bụ ebe mgbaba m e wusiri ike, ebe mgbaba m nʼoge nsogbu.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
O, gị onye bụ ike m, ana m abụku gị abụ otuto; gị, o Chineke, bụ ebe mgbaba m e wusiri ike, Chineke m, onye m na-adabere.
