Psalms 54

1 For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. When the Ziphites went to Saul and said, “Is David not hiding among us?” Save me, O God, by Your name, and vindicate me by Your might!

Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, honokia nĩ ũndũ wa rĩĩtwa rĩaku; ndĩhĩria na hinya waku.

2 Hear my prayer, O God; listen to the words of my mouth.

Wee Ngai, igua ihooya rĩakwa; thikĩrĩria ciugo cia kanua gakwa.

3 For strangers rise up against me, and ruthless men seek my life— men with no regard for God.

Andũ ageni nĩmanjũkĩrĩire; nao andũ matarĩ tha nĩmaracaria muoyo wakwa, o andũ acio matarũmbũyagia Ngai.

4 Surely God is my helper; the Lord is the sustainer of my soul.

Ti-itherũ Ngai nĩwe ũteithio wakwa; Mwathani nĩwe ũndiiragĩrĩra.

5 He will reward my enemies with evil. In Your faithfulness, destroy them.

Cookereria andũ arĩa manjambagia ũũru wao; Wee maniine nĩ ũndũ wa wĩhokeku waku.

6 Freely I will sacrifice to You; I will praise Your name, O LORD, for it is good.

Nĩngũkũrutĩra igongona rĩa kwĩyendera; nĩngũgooca rĩĩtwa rĩaku, Wee Jehova, tondũ nĩ rĩega.

7 For He has delivered me from every trouble, and my eyes have stared down my foes.

Nĩgũkorwo nĩahonoketie mathĩĩna-inĩ makwa mothe, na maitho makwa nĩmeyoneire gũtoorio gwa thũ ciakwa.