Abụ Ọma 39
1 Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ maka Jedutun. Abụ Ọma Devid. Asịrị m, “Aga m elezi anya nʼụzọ m niile ma debe ire m ka m ghara ikwuhie; aga m eji ihe kechie ọnụ m mgbe m nọ nʼetiti ndị ajọ omume.”
To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.
2 Ma mgbe m mechiri ọnụ m ma nọrọ duu, jụ ikwu ọ bụladị ihe ọbụla dị mma, oke ihe mgbu m mụbara.
I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
3 Obi m kporo ọkụ nʼime m, ma mgbe m na-atụgharị ihe ndị a nʼuche, ọkụ ahụ nọ na-ere; mgbe ahụ ekwuru m okwu sị:
Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,
4 “O Onyenwe anyị, gosi m ọgwụgwụ nke ndụ m na ọnụọgụgụ ụbọchị m niile; mee ka m mara na ndụ m na-agafe ngwangwa.
Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
5 I meela ka ụbọchị m niile bụrụ naanị ihe dị nta; ogologo afọ m niile adịghị ka ihe ọbụla nʼihu gị. Ndụ onye ọbụla bụ naanị otu nkuume ọbụladị ndị dịka ha guzosirike. (Sela)
Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)
6 “Nʼezie onye ọbụla na-ejegharị dịka onyinyo nʼefu ka ha na-ekwogharị nʼotu ebe na nke ọzọ, na-akpakọba akụ, na-amaghị onye ọ ga-abụ nke ya nʼikpeazụ.
Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
7 “Ma ugbu a, Onyenwe m, gịnị ka m na-ele anya ya? Olileanya m dị nʼime gị.
And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
8 Zọpụta m site na mmehie m niile; ekwela ka m bụrụ ihe ọchị nye ndị nzuzu.
Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
9 Agbachiri m nkịtị, ajụrụ m ikwu okwu, nʼihi na ọ bụ gị mere ihe a.
I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
10 Kwụsị iti m ihe; ihe otiti nke aka gị ezuola m ahụ.
Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
11 Ị na-abara ndị mmadụ mba ma na-ata ha ahụhụ nʼihi mmehie ha; ị na-eripịa akụnụba ha dịka nla, mmadụ ọbụla bụ naanị otu nkuume. (Sela)
When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (Selah)
12 “O Onyenwe anyị, nụrụ ekpere m, gekwaa ntị nʼakwa m maka enyemaka; emechila ntị gị nye ibe akwa m. Nʼihi ana m ebinyere gị dịka onye ọbịa, dịka onye ije, dịka nna nna m ha mere.
Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
13 Lepụ anya na-ebe m nọ, ka m nwee ike kporie ndụ ọzọ, tupu m hapụ ebe a laa, a gaghị ahụkwa m ọzọ.”
Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
