Abụ Ọma 30
1 Abụ Ọma. Abụ nke ido obieze Devid nsọ. Aga m eto gị, O Onyenwe anyị, nʼihi na i sitere nʼebe dị omimi dọpụta m. I kweghị ka ndị iro m chịa m ọchị.
“A psalm, a song at the dedication of the temple, of David.” I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.
2 O Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, akpọkuru m gị, ka i nyere m aka, ị gwọkwara m.
O Lord my God, I cried loudly unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Lord, thou hast brought up from the nether world my soul: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Bụkuonụ Onyenwe anyị abụ, unu ndị nsọ ya, toonu aha nsọ ya.
Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial of his holiness.
5 Iwe ya adịghị adịgide tee anya, ma ime amara ya na-adị ruo ebighị ebi! Ịkwa akwa nwere ike dịrị ogologo abalị niile, ma iti mkpu ọṅụ ga-adị nʼụtụtụ.
For his anger is momentary, [but] life is in his favor: in the evening [cometh] weeping to stay for a night, but in the morning, there is joyful song.
6 Mgbe m nọ nʼudo, asịrị m, “Ihe ọbụla apụghị ịnapụ m udo m.”
And I had said indeed in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 O Onyenwe anyị, mgbe i gosiri m ihuọma, i mere ka m kwụrụ chịm dịka ugwu; ma mgbe i zoro ihu gị site nʼebe m nọ, adara m mba.
Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was terrified.
8 Ọ bụ gị, Onyenwe anyị, ka m kpọkuru; ọ bụkwa onyenwe anyị ka m rịọrọ arịrịọ amara sị,
Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will I make supplication.
9 “Uru gịnị dị ma m laa nʼiyi? Uru gịnị dị ma m rịda nʼili? Uzuzu aja ọ ga-enye gị otuto? Ọ ga-ekwusa banyere ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị?”
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the grave? Shall the dust thank thee? shall it announce thy truth?
10 O Onyenwe anyị, gee m ntị ma meere m ebere; O Onyenwe anyị, bụụrụ m onye inyeaka.
Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.
11 I meela ka iti mkpu akwa m ghọọ ite egwu; ị napụrụ m akwa mkpe m, ma yinye m ọṅụ dịka akwa mmemme.
Thou hast changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sack-cloth, and girded me with joy.
12 I mere nke a ka obi m bụọ maka otuto gị, ghara ịnọ nwayọọ. O Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, aga m eto gị ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
To the end that my glorious soul may sing praise to thee, and never be silent. O Lord my God, for ever will I give thanks unto thee.
