Abụ Ọma 144
1 Abụ Ọma nke Devid. Otuto dịrị Onyenwe anyị, onye bụ oke nkume m, onye na-ezi aka m abụọ ibu agha, na mkpịsịaka m ịlụ ọgụ.
A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.
2 Ọ bụ Chineke m, onye jupụtara nʼịhụnanya, bụrụkwa ebe mgbaba m e wusiri ike, ebe m e wusiri ike na onye mgbapụta m, ọ bụ ọta m, onye m na-agbaba nʼime ya, onye ji aka ike mee ka ndị dị iche iche nọdụ nʼokpuru m.
My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3 O Onyenwe anyị, gịnị ka mmadụ bụ i ji na-eche echiche banyere ya, gịnị ka nwa nke mmadụ bụ ihe banyere ya ji na-emetụ gị nʼobi?
O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4 Mmadụ dị ka otu nkuume; ụbọchị ndụ ya niile na-agafe ngwangwa dịka onyinyo.
Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5 O Onyenwe anyị, kewaa eluigwe rịdata; metụ ugwu niile aka ka ha kwụọ anwụrụ ọkụ.
O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Zipụ amụma ka o chụsasịa ndị iro niile; gbaa ha àkụ gị niile ma chụsasịa ha.
Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7 Site nʼelu setịpụ aka gị; gbapụta m, napụtakwa m site nʼoke osimiri, site nʼaka ndị si mba ọzọ,
Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8 ndị ọnụ ha jupụtara nʼụgha, ndị aka nri ha jupụtakwara nʼaghụghọ.
Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9 O Chineke, aga m abụku gị abụ ọhụrụ. Une e ji akwara iri mee ka m ga-eji kpọọrọ gị egwu;
To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10 gị onye na-enye ndị eze mmeri, onye na-agbapụta ohu ya Devid. Site na mma agha dị njọ
He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
11 gbapụta m; napụtakwa m site nʼaka ndị si mba ọzọ ndị ọnụ ha jupụtara nʼụgha, ndị aka nri ha jupụtakwara nʼaghụghọ.
Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
12 Mgbe ahụ, ụmụ ndị ikom anyị, nʼoge okorobịa ha, ga-adị ka ihe a kụrụ nʼala e lekọtara anya nke ọma, ụmụ anyị ndị inyom ga-adị ka ogidi a pịrị apị e ji achọ ụlọeze mma.
Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
13 Ọba anyị niile ga-ejupụta nʼihe oriri dị iche iche si nʼubi anyị. Atụrụ anyị ga-amụba nʼọtụtụ puku nʼọnụọgụgụ, ha ga-adị iri puku kwụrụ puku nʼubi anyị;
Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
14 igwe ehi anyị ga-adọkpụ ibu dị arọ. A gaghị enwe ntipu na mgbidi anyị niile, a gaghị adọta anyị nʼagha gaa obodo ọzọ, akwa ihe mgbu agaghị adị nʼokporoụzọ anyị niile.
Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
15 Ndị a gọziri agọzi ka ndị ahụ bụ, ndị ihe ndị a dịịrị; ndị a gọziri agọzi ka ndị ahụ bụ, ndị Chineke bụ Onyenwe anyị ha.
They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
