Psalms 64

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, igua mũgambo wakwa ngĩkwĩra mateta makwa; gitĩra muoyo wakwa harĩ kwĩhĩtĩrwo nĩ thũ.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, From the tumult of the workers of iniquity;

Kĩĩhithe kuuma kũrĩ ndundu ya andũ arĩa aaganu, ũũhithe kuuma kũrĩ inegene rĩa mũingĩ ũrĩa wĩkaga ũũru.

3 Who have whet their tongue like a sword, And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words,

Manooraga nĩmĩ ciao ta hiũ cia njora, na makaaria ciugo njũru itariĩ ta mĩguĩ ĩrĩ ũrũrũ.

4 That they may shoot in secret places at the perfect: Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

Mehithagĩra mũndũ ũtehĩtie makamũratha na mĩguĩ; mamũrathaga o rĩmwe mategwĩtigĩra.

5 They encourage themselves in an evil purpose; They commune of laying snares privily; They say, Who will see them?

Momanagĩrĩria magĩthugunda mĩbango mĩũru, meranaga ũrĩa mekũhitha mĩtego yao; mooragia atĩrĩ, “Nũũ ũngĩmĩona?”

6 They search out iniquities; We have accomplished, [say they], a diligent search: And the inward thought and the heart of every one is deep.

Mathugundaga maũndũ matarĩ ma kĩhooto, makoiga atĩrĩ, “Kaĩ nĩtũbangĩte mũbango mwagĩrĩru-ĩ!” Ti-itherũ meciiria ma mũndũ na ngoro yake itingĩtuĩrĩka.

7 But God will shoot at them; With an arrow suddenly shall they be wounded.

No rĩrĩ, Ngai nĩekũmaratha na mĩguĩ yake, amathece o rĩmwe.

8 So they shall be made to stumble, their own tongue being against them: All that see them shall wag the head.

Akaamarehithĩria mwanangĩko nĩ ũndũ wa ciugo njũru iria maaragia na tũnua twao; andũ arĩa othe makamoona makaamanyũrũria, mamainainĩrie mĩtwe.

9 And all men shall fear; And they shall declare the work of God, And shall wisely consider of his doing.

Andũ othe nĩmagetigĩra; nĩmakaheana ũhoro wa wĩra wa Ngai, na meciirie ũhoro wa maũndũ marĩa ekĩte.

10 The righteous shall be glad in Jehovah, and shall take refuge in him; And all the upright in heart shall glory.

Andũ arĩa athingu nĩmagĩkenere Jehova na moragĩre harĩ we; andũ arĩa othe arũngĩrĩru ngoro nĩmamũgooce!