Abụ Ọma 139
1 Abụ nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, ị nyochaala m, ị makwaara m nke ọma
For the Leader. A Psalm of David. O LORD, Thou hast searched me, and known me.
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.
Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, Thou understandest my thought afar off.
3 Ị na-ahụzu ọpụpụ m na ndina ala m; ị mazukwara ụzọ m niile.
Thou measurest my going about and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
4 O Onyenwe anyị, ị maara ihe m gaje ikwu tupu m kwuo ya.
For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, Thou knowest it altogether.
5 Ị na-anọ m nʼihu, ma na-esokwa m nʼazụ, ị tụkwasịla m aka gị.
Thou hast hemmed me in behind and before, and laid Thy hand upon me.
6 Ihe ọmụma dị otu a dị oke omimi nye m, ọ dịkwa elu apụghị m iru ya.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; too high, I cannot attain unto 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?
Whither shall I go from Thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from Thy presence?
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 ascend up into heaven, Thou art there; if I make my bed in the nether-world, behold, Thou art 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 dwell in the uttermost 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 would Thy hand lead me, and Thy right hand would hold me.
11 Ọ bụrụ na m asị, “Nʼezie, ọchịchịrị ga-ekpuchi m ìhè ga-aghọ abalị gbaa m gburugburu.”
And if I say: 'Surely the darkness shall envelop me, and the light about me shall 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 darkness is not too dark for Thee, but the night shineth as the day; the darkness is even as the light.
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.
For Thou hast made my reins; Thou hast knit me together in my mother's womb.
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 thanks unto Thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
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 hidden from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought 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.
Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance, and in Thy book they were all written — even the days that were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
17 Lee ka echiche ị na-eche banyere m si dị oke ọnụahịa, o Chineke! Leekwa ka ha si dị ukwuu.
How weighty also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum 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 would count them, they are more in number than the sand; were I to come to the end of them, I would still be with Thee.
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 Thou but wouldest slay the wicked, O God — depart from me therefore, ye men of blood;
20 Site nʼechiche ọjọọ, ha na-ekwu okwu banyere gị; ndị iro gị na-ekwutọ aha gị.
Who utter Thy name with wicked thought, they take it for falsehood, even Thine enemies —
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?
Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate Thee? And do not I strive with those that rise up against Thee?
22 Ọ bụ naanị ịkpọ asị ka m nwere nʼebe ha nọ? Ana m agụnye ha dịka ndị iro m.
I hate them with utmost hatred; I count them mine enemies.
23 O Chineke, nyochaa m, mara obi m. Nwaa m, matakwa echiche uche m niile.
Search me, O God, and know my heart, try me, and know my thoughts;
24 Chọpụta ma o nwere ihe ọjọọ dị nʼime m, ma duo m nʼụzọ ebighị ebi.
And see if there be any way in me that is grievous, and lead me in the way everlasting.
