Abụ Ọma 142

1 Abụ maskil nke Devid. Mgbe ọ nọ nʼọgba nkume. Ekpere. Etikuru m Onyenwe anyị mkpu akwa; ewelitara m olu m rịọ Onyenwe anyị ka o meere m ebere.

Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

2 Ekwupụtara m ihe na-esogbu m nʼihu ya, gwakwa ya ahụhụ nke m nọ nʼime ya.

I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

3 Mgbe mmụọ m dara mba nʼime m, ọ bụ gị maara ụzọ m. Nʼụzọ ebe m na-esi aga ka ndị mmadụ siiri m ọnya.

When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

4 Lee anya nʼaka nri m ma hụ na ọ dịghị onye ọbụla na-eche ihe banyere m. Enweghị m ebe mgbaba. Ọ dịghị onye ọbụla ihe banyere m na-emetụta nʼobi.

Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

5 Ana m etiku gị mkpu akwa, o Onyenwe anyị, na-asị, “Gị bụ ebe mgbaba m, oke m nʼala ndị dị ndụ.”

I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

6 Gee ntị na mkpu akwa m, nʼihi na anọ m nʼọnọdụ ihe isiike; gbapụta m site nʼaka ndị na-achụ m ọsọ, nʼihi na ha siri ike karịa m.

Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

7 Mee ka m nwere onwe m site nʼụlọ mkpọrọ, ka m nwee ike too aha gị. Mgbe ahụ ndị ezi omume ga-agba m gburugburu nʼihi ịdị mma gị nʼebe m nọ.

Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.