Abụ Ọma 129

1 Abụ nrigo. Site na mgbe m bụ nwantakịrị, ha kpagburu m ọtụtụ oge, ka Izrel kwuo.

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

2 “Site na mgbe m bụ nwantakịrị, ha kpagburu m ọtụtụ oge, ma ha enweghị ike merie m.

Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

3 Ndị ikom na-akọ ubi akọgharịala azụ m dịka ala ubi, mee ebe ha kọrọ akọ ka ọ dị ogologo.

They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

4 Ma Onyenwe anyị bụ onye ezi omume; ọ tọpụla m site nʼagbụ niile nke ndị ajọ omume.”

But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

5 Ka ndị niile kpọrọ Zayọn asị bụrụ ndị ga-alaghachi azụ nʼihere.

May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

6 Ka ha niile dịrị ka ahịhịa na-epu nʼelu ụlọ nke na-akpọnwụ tupu o pupụta;

May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

7 nke onye na-ewe ihe ubi na-adịghị eji ha kpojuo aka ya abụọ, maọbụ onye mkpokọta e nwee ike kpojuo aka ya.

There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

8 Ka ndị si nʼụzọ na-agafe hapụ ị sị ha, “Ngọzị Onyenwe anyị dịrị unu. Anyị na-agọzi unu nʼaha Onyenwe anyị.”

May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”