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.”
For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David. I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”
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 mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was 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:
My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burnt. I spoke with my tongue:
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, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
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)
Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” (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.
“Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
7 “Ma ugbu a, Onyenwe m, gịnị ka m na-ele anya ya? Olileanya m dị nʼime gị.
Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
8 Zọpụta m site na mmehie m niile; ekwela ka m bụrụ ihe ọchị nye ndị nzuzu.
Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.
9 Agbachiri m nkịtị, ajụrụ m ikwu okwu, nʼihi na ọ bụ gị mere ihe a.
I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.
10 Kwụsị iti m ihe; ihe otiti nke aka gị ezuola m ahụ.
Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your 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 you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.” (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.
“Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
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.”
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”
