Psalms 30
1 A Psalm. — A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.
Abụ Ọma. Abụ nke ido obieze Devid nsọ. Aga m eto gị, O Onyenwe anyị, nʼihi na i sitere nʼebe dị omimi dọpụta m. I kweghị ka ndị iro m chịa m ọchị.
2 Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.
O Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, akpọkuru m gị, ka i nyere m aka, ị gwọkwara m.
3 Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit. (Sheol h7585)
O Onyenwe anyị, i si nʼala ili kpọpụta m, i mere ka m dịrị ndụ. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,
Bụkuonụ Onyenwe anyị abụ, unu ndị nsọ ya, toonu aha nsọ ya.
5 For — a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.
Iwe ya adịghị adịgide tee anya, ma ime amara ya na-adị ruo ebighị ebi! Ịkwa akwa nwere ike dịrị ogologo abalị niile, ma iti mkpu ọṅụ ga-adị nʼụtụtụ.
6 And I — I have said in mine ease, 'I am not moved — to the age.
Mgbe m nọ nʼudo, asịrị m, “Ihe ọbụla apụghị ịnapụ m udo m.”
7 O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face — I have been troubled.
O Onyenwe anyị, mgbe i gosiri m ihuọma, i mere ka m kwụrụ chịm dịka ugwu; ma mgbe i zoro ihu gị site nʼebe m nọ, adara m mba.
8 Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.
Ọ bụ gị, Onyenwe anyị, ka m kpọkuru; ọ bụkwa onyenwe anyị ka m rịọrọ arịrịọ amara sị,
9 'What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
“Uru gịnị dị ma m laa nʼiyi? Uru gịnị dị ma m rịda nʼili? Uzuzu aja ọ ga-enye gị otuto? Ọ ga-ekwusa banyere ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị?”
10 Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'
O Onyenwe anyị, gee m ntị ma meere m ebere; O Onyenwe anyị, bụụrụ m onye inyeaka.
11 Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.
I meela ka iti mkpu akwa m ghọọ ite egwu; ị napụrụ m akwa mkpe m, ma yinye m ọṅụ dịka akwa mmemme.
12 So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!
I mere nke a ka obi m bụọ maka otuto gị, ghara ịnọ nwayọọ. O Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, aga m eto gị ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
