Psalms 6
1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Nke e ji ụbọ akwara abụ. Nʼusoro Sheminit. Abụ Ọma Devid. O Onyenwe anyị, abarala m mba mgbe ị na-ewe iwe. Atala m ahụhụ nʼoge ọnụma gị.
2 Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
Biko, meere m ebere Onyenwe anyị, nʼihi na adịghị m ike. Gwọọ m, nʼihi na ọkpụkpụ m niile nọ nʼihe mgbu.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
Mkpụrụobi m nọ nʼọnọdụ ihe mgbu. Ruo ole mgbe, O Onyenwe anyị, ka ị ga-anọgide na-agba m nkịtị?
4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
Onyenwe anyị, biko, bịa zọpụta m; nʼihi ịhụnanya gị na-enweghị ọgwụgwụ, napụta m.
Nʼetiti ndị nwụrụ anwụ ọ dịghị onye na-ekwupụta aha gị. O nwere onye na-eto gị site nʼala ili? (Sheol h7585)
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
Ike agwụla m nʼihi ịsụ ude. Abalị niile, ana m eji ịkwa akwa mee ka ihe ndina m jupụta na mmiri, ana m eji anya mmiri dee ihe ndina m.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Anya m adịghị ahụzikwa ụzọ nke ọma nʼihi ihe mwute; ọ kaala nka nʼihi mmeso ndị iro m.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
Sitenụ nʼebe m nọ wezuga onwe unu, unu ndị na-eme ajọ ihe, nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị anụla akwa m niile.
9 The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
Onyenwe anyị anụla akwa m; ọ nụla arịrịọ nke m na-arịọ ya ka o meere m ebere. Ọ nabatala ekpere m.
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
Ka ndị iro m niile bụrụ ndị ihere ga-eme. Ha ga-ada mba, bụrụkwa ndị ga-eji ihere laghachi ebe ha si bịa.
