Abụ Ọma 139
1 Abụ nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, ị nyochaala m, ị makwaara m nke ọma
To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, you have knowledge of me, searching out all my secrets.
2 Ị maara mgbe m na-anọdụ ala na mgbe m na-eguzo ọtọ; site nʼebe dị anya, ị na-aghọta echiche obi m niile.
You have knowledge when I am seated and when I get up, you see my thoughts from far away.
3 Ị na-ahụzu ọpụpụ m na ndina ala m; ị mazukwara ụzọ m niile.
You keep watch over my steps and my sleep, and have knowledge of all my ways.
4 O Onyenwe anyị, ị maara ihe m gaje ikwu tupu m kwuo ya.
For there is not a word on my tongue which is not clear to you, O Lord.
5 Ị na-anọ m nʼihu, ma na-esokwa m nʼazụ, ị tụkwasịla m aka gị.
I am shut in by you on every side, and you have put your hand on me.
6 Ihe ọmụma dị otu a dị oke omimi nye m, ọ dịkwa elu apụghị m iru ya.
Such knowledge is a wonder greater than my powers; it is so high that I may not come near it.
7 Ebee ka m ga-ezo onwe m si otu a zonarị Mmụọ gị? Ebeekwa ka m pụrụ ịgbaga ka m si nʼihu gị zoo onwe m?
Where may I go from your spirit? how may I go in flight from you?
8 Ọ bụrụ na m arịgoro nʼeluigwe ị nọ nʼebe ahụ. Ọ bụrụkwa na m arịda zoo onwe m nʼala mmụọ, ị nọkwa nʼebe ahụ. (Sheol h7585)
If I go up to heaven, you are there: or if I make my bed in the underworld, you are there. (Sheol h7585)
9 Ọ bụrụ na m efepụ nʼisi ụtụtụ dịka nwa nnụnụ, felagaa nʼebe dị nnọọ anya nke oke osimiri,
If I take the wings of the morning, and go to the farthest parts of the sea;
10 ọ bụladị nʼebe ahụ ka aka gị ga na-edu m aka nri gị ga-ejidesi m ike.
Even there will I be guided by your hand, and your right hand will keep me.
11 Ọ bụrụ na m asị, “Nʼezie, ọchịchịrị ga-ekpuchi m ìhè ga-aghọ abalị gbaa m gburugburu.”
If I say, Only let me be covered by the dark, and the light about me be night;
12 Ọ bụladị ọchịchịrị agaghị abụ ọchịchịrị nʼebe ị nọ; abalị ga-enye ìhè dịka ehihie, nʼihi na ọchịchịrị dị ka ìhè nʼebe ị nọ.
Even the dark is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day: for dark and light are the same to you.
13 Ọ bụ gị kpụrụ akụkụ niile dị m nʼahụ. Ọ bụkwa gị jikọtara ha niile ka ha bụrụ otu mmadụ nʼime afọ nne m.
My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.
14 Ana m eto gị nʼihi na abụ m onye e sitere nʼoke egwu na ebube kee; ọrụ gị niile dị ebube; amaara m nke a nke ọma.
I will give you praise, for I am strangely and delicately formed; your works are great wonders, and of this my soul is fully conscious.
15 Ụdịdị m abụghị ihe zoro ezo nʼebe ị nọ mgbe a kpụrụ m nʼebe nzuzo ahụ, mgbe a kpakọtara m nʼebe omimi nke ụwa.
My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Anya gị abụọ hụrụ ahụ m mgbe ọ na-enweghị ụdịdị ọbụla. E dere ụbọchị niile a kwadoro m nʼime akwụkwọ gị tupu otu nʼime ha adịrị.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book all my days were recorded, even those which were purposed before they had come into being.
17 Lee ka echiche ị na-eche banyere m si dị oke ọnụahịa, o Chineke! Leekwa ka ha si dị ukwuu.
How dear are your thoughts to me, O God! how great is the number of them!
18 Ọ bụrụ na m agụọ ha ọnụ, ha ga-adị ukwuu karịa ọnụọgụgụ aja dị nʼala. Mgbe m tetara, mụ na gị ka nọ.
If I made up their number, it would be more than the grains of sand; when I am awake, I am still with you.
19 O Chineke, a sịkwarị na ị ga-ala ndị ajọ omume niile nʼiyi! Sitenụ nʼebe m nọ pụọ, unu ndị na-akwafu ọbara!
If only you would put the sinners to death, O God; go far from me, you men of blood.
20 Site nʼechiche ọjọọ, ha na-ekwu okwu banyere gị; ndị iro gị na-ekwutọ aha gị.
For they go against you with evil designs, and your haters make sport of your name.
21 O Onyenwe anyị, ọ bụ na m akpọghị ha asị bụ ndị kpọrọ gị asị, na-asọkwa ndị na-enupu isi megide gị oyi?
Are not your haters hated by me, O Lord? are not those who are lifted up against you a cause of grief to me?
22 Ọ bụ naanị ịkpọ asị ka m nwere nʼebe ha nọ? Ana m agụnye ha dịka ndị iro m.
My hate for them is complete; my thoughts of them are as if they were making war on me.
23 O Chineke, nyochaa m, mara obi m. Nwaa m, matakwa echiche uche m niile.
O God, let the secrets of my heart be uncovered, and let my wandering thoughts be tested:
24 Chọpụta ma o nwere ihe ọjọọ dị nʼime m, ma duo m nʼụzọ ebighị ebi.
See if there is any way of sorrow in me, and be my guide in the eternal way.
