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,
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
2 O gị onye na-anụ ekpere, ọ bụ gị ka mmadụ niile ga-abịakwute,
Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
3 Mgbe mmehie na-anyịgbu anyị, ị gbaghara anyị njehie anyị niile.
Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
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.
How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy 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 things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
6 onye ji ike ya kpụọ ugwu niile, ebe i yikwasịrị onwe gị ike dịka ngwa agha,
Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
7 onye mere ka ụda olu oke osimiri niile na ụda olu ebili mmiri, na ọgbaaghara mba niile deere duu.
Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
8 Ụwa niile jupụtara nʼịtụnanya nʼihi ọrụ ebube gị niile, nʼebe chi na-abọ, ebe anyanwụ na-ada, ka ị na-akpọlite abụ ọṅụ.
Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for 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.
Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare 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.
The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
11 Ị na-eji owuwe ihe ubi bara ụba kpukwasị afọ ọbụla dịka okpueze, ụgbọ na-ebu ihe owuwe ubi na-ejubiga oke.
Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
12 Ala ebe ahịhịa na-epu nʼọzara na-ejupụta nʼahịhịa ndụ, e yikwasịrị ugwu niile obi ụtọ dịka uwe.
Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
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.
Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
