Psalms 30

1 [A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, Jehovah, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

Abụ Ọma. Abụ nke ido obieze Devid nsọ. Aga m eto gị, O Onyenwe anyị, nʼihi na i sitere nʼebe dị omimi dọpụta m. I kweghị ka ndị iro m chịa m ọchị.

2 Jehovah my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

O Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, akpọkuru m gị, ka i nyere m aka, ị gwọkwara m.

3 Jehovah, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Onyenwe anyị, i si nʼala ili kpọpụta m, i mere ka m dịrị ndụ. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to Jehovah, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.

Bụkuonụ Onyenwe anyị abụ, unu ndị nsọ ya, toonu aha nsọ ya.

5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

Iwe ya adịghị adịgide tee anya, ma ime amara ya na-adị ruo ebighị ebi! Ịkwa akwa nwere ike dịrị ogologo abalị niile, ma iti mkpu ọṅụ ga-adị nʼụtụtụ.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."

Mgbe m nọ nʼudo, asịrị m, “Ihe ọbụla apụghị ịnapụ m udo m.”

7 You, Jehovah, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

O Onyenwe anyị, mgbe i gosiri m ihuọma, i mere ka m kwụrụ chịm dịka ugwu; ma mgbe i zoro ihu gị site nʼebe m nọ, adara m mba.

8 I cried to you, Jehovah. To Jehovah I made petition:

Ọ bụ gị, Onyenwe anyị, ka m kpọkuru; ọ bụkwa onyenwe anyị ka m rịọrọ arịrịọ amara sị,

9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

“Uru gịnị dị ma m laa nʼiyi? Uru gịnị dị ma m rịda nʼili? Uzuzu aja ọ ga-enye gị otuto? Ọ ga-ekwusa banyere ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị?”

10 Hear, Jehovah, and have mercy on me. Jehovah, be my helper."

O Onyenwe anyị, gee m ntị ma meere m ebere; O Onyenwe anyị, bụụrụ m onye inyeaka.

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

I meela ka iti mkpu akwa m ghọọ ite egwu; ị napụrụ m akwa mkpe m, ma yinye m ọṅụ dịka akwa mmemme.

12 To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to you forever.

I mere nke a ka obi m bụọ maka otuto gị, ghara ịnọ nwayọọ. O Onyenwe anyị Chineke m, aga m eto gị ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.