Abụ Ọma 65
1 Abụ Ọma dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ Ọma Devid. Otu Abụ. I kwesiri otuto, O Chineke, nʼime Zayọn; ọ bụ gị ka anyị ga-emezuru nkwa anyị,
[For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song.] Praise awaits you, God, in Zion. And to you shall vows be performed.
2 O gị onye na-anụ ekpere, ọ bụ gị ka mmadụ niile ga-abịakwute,
You who hear prayer, to you all men will come.
3 Mgbe mmehie na-anyịgbu anyị, ị gbaghara anyị njehie anyị niile.
Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.
4 Ngọzị na-adịrị ndị ahụ ị họpụtara, ka ha bịaruo nso, ibi nʼebe obibi gị! E ji ọtụtụ ezi ihe nke ụlọ gị, nke ụlọnsọ ukwuu gị, mee ka afọ ju anyị.
Blessed is the one you choose and bring near, that he may dwell in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.
5 O Chineke, Onye nzọpụta anyị, i ji ọrụ ezi omume dị oke egwu na-aza anyị, ị bụ olileanya ndị niile bi na nsọtụ nke ụwa, na osimiri niile dị ebe dị anya,
By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of every part of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea;
6 onye ji ike ya kpụọ ugwu niile, ebe i yikwasịrị onwe gị ike dịka ngwa agha,
Who by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength;
7 onye mere ka ụda olu oke osimiri niile na ụda olu ebili mmiri, na ọgbaaghara mba niile deere duu.
who stills the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.
8 Ụwa niile jupụtara nʼịtụnanya nʼihi ọrụ ebube gị niile, nʼebe chi na-abọ, ebe anyanwụ na-ada, ka ị na-akpọlite abụ ọṅụ.
They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning's dawn and the evening with songs of joy.
9 Ị na-elekọta ala na-agba ya mmiri; ị na-eme ka ọ bụrụ ala dị mma. Isi iyi Chineke adịghị ata ata, nʼihi inye ndị mmadụ mkpụrụ ubi, nʼihi na ọ bụ otu a ka ị chọrọ ka ọ dịrị.
You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.
10 Ị na-eme ka mmiri jupụta nʼala a kọrọ akọ mee ka elu aja a kọrọ akọ dị larịị; ị na-eji mmiri ozuzo eme ka ọ dị nro, na-agọzikwa ihe ndị akụnyere na ya.
You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.
11 Ị na-eji owuwe ihe ubi bara ụba kpukwasị afọ ọbụla dịka okpueze, ụgbọ na-ebu ihe owuwe ubi na-ejubiga oke.
You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.
12 Ala ebe ahịhịa na-epu nʼọzara na-ejupụta nʼahịhịa ndụ, e yikwasịrị ugwu niile obi ụtọ dịka uwe.
The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.
13 E were igwe anụ ụlọ kpuchie nʼelu ala niile ebe ahịhịa dị ndụ puru, ọka kpuchikwara ndagwurugwu niile; ha na-eti mkpu ọṅụ na-abụkwa abụ.
The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy. They also sing.
