Psalms 75

1 For the choirmaster: To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm of Asaph. A song. We give thanks to You, O God; we give thanks, for Your Name is near. The people declare Your wondrous works.

Thaburi ya Asafu Wee Ngai, nĩtwagũcookeria ngaatho, twagũcookeria ngaatho, nĩgũkorwo Rĩĩtwa rĩaku rĩrĩ hakuhĩ; andũ maheanaga ũhoro wa ciĩko ciaku cia magegania.

2 “When I choose a time, I will judge fairly.

Uugaga atĩrĩ, “Nĩ niĩ thuuraga hĩndĩ ĩrĩa njagĩrĩru; nĩ niĩ nduanagĩra ciira na kĩhooto.

3 When the earth and all its dwellers quake, it is I who bear up its pillars.

Rĩrĩa thĩ na andũ ayo othe maathingitha, nĩ niĩ nyiitagĩrĩra itugĩ ciayo ngacirũmia.

4 I say to the proud, ‘Do not boast,’ and to the wicked, ‘Do not lift up your horn.

Andũ arĩa etĩĩi ngũmeera atĩrĩ, ‘Mũtigacooke kwĩraha,’ na arĩa aaganu ngameera atĩrĩ, ‘Mũtikambararie hĩa cianyu.

5 Do not lift up your horn against heaven or speak with an outstretched neck.’”

Tigai kwambararia hĩa cianyu na igũrũ, mũtige kwaria mũũmĩtie ngingo.’”

6 For exaltation comes neither from east nor west, nor out of the desert,

Nĩ ũndũ-rĩ, ũhoro wa gũtũũgĩria mũndũ nduumaga na irathĩro kana ithũĩro, o na kana kuuma werũ-inĩ.

7 but it is God who judges; He brings down one and exalts another.

No rĩrĩ, nĩ Ngai ũtuanagĩra ciira: Anyiihagia mũndũ ũmwe, na agatũũgĩria ũrĩa ũngĩ.

8 For a cup is in the hand of the LORD, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours from His cup, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down to the dregs.

Jehova anyiitĩte gĩkombe kĩiyũrĩte ndibei ĩrĩ na mũhũũyũ, ĩtukanĩtio na mahuti manungi wega; amĩonoragia, nao andũ othe aaganu a thĩ makamĩnyua, makainĩkĩrĩra nginya itata rĩa mũthia.

9 But I will proclaim Him forever; I will sing praise to the God of Jacob.

No niĩ-rĩ, nĩngumbũra ũhoro ũyũ nginya tene; ndĩrĩinaga ũgooci kũrĩ Ngai wa Jakubu.

10 “All the horns of the wicked I will cut off, but the horns of the righteous will be exalted.”

Nĩngarenga hĩa cia andũ arĩa othe aaganu, no hĩa cia arĩa athingu nĩikambarario.