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.”

For the chief musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the mountain”?

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 see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

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

For if the foundations are ruined, 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.

Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

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.

Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

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

He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his 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 Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.