Psalms 57
1 `In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Nke olu abụ “E bibikwala” Devid. Abụ miktam. Mgbe ọ gbapụrụ ga biri nʼime ọgba nkume nʼihi Sọl. Meere m ebere, O Chineke, meere m ebere, nʼihi na ọ bụ gị ka mkpụrụobi m ji mere ebe mgbaba. Ọ bụ na ndo nke nku gị abụọ ka m ga-agbaba tutuu ihe mbibi ndị a agafesịa.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
Aga m akpọku Chineke nke kachasị ihe niile elu, Chineke na-emezuru m ihe niile na-akpa m mkpa.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
Ọ na-esite nʼeluigwe zidata inyeaka ma zọpụta m na-abara ndị ahụ ji ike na-achụ m mba; (Sela) Chineke na-ezite ịhụnanya ya na ikwesi ntụkwasị obi ya.
4 and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
Anọ m nʼetiti ọtụtụ ọdụm; amanyere m ka m dina nʼetiti ajọ anụ ọhịa, ụmụ mmadụ ndị eze ha dị nkọ dịka àkụ na ùbe, ire ha dịkwa nkọ dịka mma agha.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
O Chineke, ka e bulie gị elu karịa eluigwe niile; ka ebube gị dị nʼelu ụwa niile.
6 Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
Ha gbasaara ụkwụ m ụgbụ, ihe mgbu nyịturu m. Ha egwuola olulu nʼụzọ m si agafe, ma ha onwe ha adabala nʼime ya. (Sela)
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
Obi m dị njikere, o Chineke, obi m dị njikere sikwaa ike; aga m abụ abụ, kụkwaa egwu.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Teta nʼụra mkpụrụobi m! Teta, ụbọ akwara na une! Aga m akpọte chi ọbụbọ.
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
O Onyenwe anyị, aga m eto gị nʼetiti mba niile; aga m abụ abụ banyere gị nʼetiti ndị niile dị iche iche.
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
Nʼihi na ịhụnanya gị dị ukwuu na-eru na mbara eluigwe; ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị na-erukwa mbara eluigwe.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
O Chineke, ka e bulie gị elu karịa eluigwe; ka ebube gị dị nʼelu ụwa niile.
