Abụ Ọma 92
1 Abụ Ọma. Abụ maka ụbọchị izuike. Ọ bụ ihe ziri ezi ito Onyenwe anyị, na iti egwu nye aha gị, gị Onye kachasị ihe niile elu,
A PSALM. A SONG FOR THE SABBATH DAY. [It is] good to give thanks to YHWH, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High,
2 ikwupụta ịhụnanya gị nʼụtụtụ, na ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị nʼabalị,
To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your faithfulness in the nights.
3 jiri ihe iti egwu ụbọ akwara na une bụọrọ gị abụ dị ụtọ.
On ten strings and on stringed instrument, On (higgaion) with harp.
4 Nʼihi na ị na-eme ka obi dị m ụtọ, site nʼọrụ gị niile, o Onyenwe anyị, Ọ bụ ya mere m ji na-abụ abụ ọṅụ.
For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, I sing concerning the works of Your hands.
5 Lee ka ọrụ gị si dị ukwuu, Onyenwe anyị. Leekwa ụdị echiche miri emi ị na-eche.
How great Your works have been, O YHWH, Your thoughts have been very deep.
6 Ndị uche kọrọ amaghị nke a, ndị nzuzu enweghị nghọta,
A brutish man does not know, And a fool does not understand this—
7 ọ bụ ezie na ndị ajọ omume na-etopụta dịka ahịhịa ndị na-emekwa ajọ ihe na-eto na-awasa, a ga-ala ha nʼiyi ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
When the wicked flourish as an herb, And all workers of iniquity blossom—For their being destroyed forever and ever!
8 Ma gị, O Onyenwe anyị, bụ onye e buliri elu ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
And You [are] high for all time, O YHWH.
9 Nʼezie, ndị iro gị niile, Onyenwe anyị, e ndị iro gị niile ga-ala nʼiyi; ndị niile na-eme ajọ ihe ka a ga-achụsasị.
For behold, Your enemies, O YHWH, For behold, Your enemies perish, All workers of iniquity separate themselves.
10 I meela ka mpi m dị elu dịka oke ehi na-akpa ike; awụsala m mmanụ dị mma.
And You exalt my horn as a wild ox, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11 Ejirila m anya m abụọ hụ ka e meriri ndị iro m; ejirila m ntị m nụ maka ịla nʼiyi nke ndị iro m afọ tara mmiri.
And my eye looks on my enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evildoers, my ears hear.
12 Ma ndị ezi omume ga-awa igu dịka osisi nkwụ; ha ga-ebukwa ibu dịka osisi ukwu sida nke Lebanọn,
The righteous flourish as a palm-tree, He grows as a cedar in Lebanon.
13 nke a kụrụ nʼime ụlọ Onyenwe anyị, ha ga-eto, wasaakwa nʼime ogige Chineke anyị.
Those planted in the house of YHWH, In the courts of our God, flourish.
14 Ha ga-amị mkpụrụ, ọ bụladị mgbe ha mere agadi. Ha ga-ejupụtakwa nʼahịhịa ndụ,
Still they bring forth in old age, They are fat and flourishing,
15 na-ekwupụta, “Onyenwe anyị bụ Onye ziri ezi; ọ bụ Oke Nkume m, ọ dịkwaghị ajọ omume dị nʼime ya.”
To declare that YHWH my Rock [is] upright, And there is no perverseness in Him!
