Psalms 64

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice of complaint; preserve my life from dread 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 scheming of the wicked, from the mob of workers of iniquity,

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

3 who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,

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

4 ambushing the innocent in seclusion, shooting suddenly, without fear.

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

5 They hold fast to their evil purpose; they speak of hiding their snares. “Who will see them?” they say.

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

6 They devise injustice and say, “We have perfected a secret plan.” For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.

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 them with arrows; suddenly they will be wounded.

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

8 They will be made to stumble, their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads.

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

9 Then all mankind will fear and proclaim the work of God; so they will ponder what He has done.

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

10 Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in Him; let all the upright in heart exult.

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