Abụ Ọma 11

1 Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ ọma Devid. Nʼime Onyenwe anyị ka m mere ebe mgbaba m. Gịnị mere i ji na-agwa m okwu sị, “Felagaa nʼelu ugwu gị dịka nnụnụ.”

“To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

2 Nʼihi na ndị ajọ omume ekweela ụta ha; ha edoziela àkụ nʼelu eriri ụta ha, zoo onwe ha nʼakụkụ ụzọ, ịnọ nʼọchịchịrị, gbaa ndị obi ha ziri ezi ụta.

For lo, the wicked bend their bow, they arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

3 Mgbe a na-ebibi ntọala niile, gịnị ka ndị ezi omume pụrụ ime?

For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

4 Onyenwe anyị nọ nʼụlọnsọ ukwuu ya; Onyenwe anyị nọkwa nʼelu ocheeze ya dị nʼeluigwe. Ọ na-ahụzu ihe niile ụmụ mmadụ na-eme; anya ya na-anwalekwa ụzọ ha.

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

5 Onyenwe anyị na-ele onye ezi omume ule, ma onye ajọ omume na ndị niile hụrụ imebi iwu nʼanya, ka ọ na-akpọ asị nke ukwuu.

The Lord proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 Ọ ga-eme ka nkume ọkụ zokwasị ndị ajọ omume dịka mmiri ozuzo; oke ifufe dị ọkụ ga-abụ ihe nketa ha.

He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

7 Nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị bụ onye ezi omume, ọ hụkwara ikpe ziri ezi nʼanya; ndị ezi omume niile ga-ahụkwa ihu ya anya.

For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.