Abụ Ọma 64

1 Abụ Ọma dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. Nụrụ olu m O Chineke, mgbe m na-akọsara gị ihe na-esogbu m. Chebe ndụ m site nʼaka ndị iro m.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2 Zopu m pụọ nʼizu nzuzo niile nke ndị ọjọọ, site nʼatụmatụ ndị na-eme ajọ ihe.

Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

3 Ha na-amụ ire ha dịka e si amụ mma agha, na-agbapụ okwu dịka àkụ ọjọọ.

who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

4 Ha na-agba onye na-enweghị ihe o mere àkụ site nʼebe nzuzo, na mberede ka ha na-agba ya, na-atụghị egwu.

to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

5 Ha na-agbarịta ibe ha ume na-atụmatụ ọjọọ, ha na-ekwu banyere isi ọnya ha na nzuzo, ha na-asị, “Onye ga-ahụ ya?”

They encourage themselves in evil plans. They talk about laying snares secretly. They say, “Who will see them?”

6 Ha na-atụpụta atụmatụ ọjọọ na-asị, “Anyị echepụtala atụmatụ zuruoke!” Nʼezie, uche na obi mmadụ dị aghụghọ.

They plot injustice, saying, “We have made a perfect plan!” Surely man’s mind and heart are cunning.

7 Ma Chineke ga-agba ha àkụ, na mberede ka a ga-etida ha.

But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow.

8 Ọ ga-atụgharị okwu ọnụ ha megide ha, mee ka ha laa nʼiyi; ndị niile hụrụ ha ga-efufe isi ha nʼịkwa emo.

Their own tongues shall ruin them. All who see them will shake their heads.

9 Mmadụ niile ga-atụ egwu, ha ga-ekwupụta ọrụ niile nke Chineke, ma tụgharịa uche nke ọma banyere ihe o mere.

All mankind shall be afraid. They shall declare the work of God, and shall wisely ponder what he has done.

10 Ndị ezi omume ga-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼime Onyenwe anyị, ha ga-agbabakwa nʼime ya; ndị niile obi ha ziri ezi ga-anyakwa isi nʼime ya.

The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall take refuge in him. All the upright in heart shall praise him!