Psalms 102
1 A Prayer of the man who is in trouble, when he is overcome, and puts his grief before the Lord. Give ear to my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to you.
Wee Jehova, igua ihooya rĩakwa; reke gũkaya gwakwa ngĩhooya ũteithio gũgũkinyĩre.
2 Let not your face be veiled from me in the day of my trouble; give ear to me, and let my cry be answered quickly.
Tiga kũũhitha ũthiũ waku rĩrĩa ndĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ. Inamĩrĩria gũtũ gwaku ũnjigue; ndagũkaĩra, njĩtĩka o narua.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
Nĩgũkorwo matukũ makwa marathira o ta ũrĩa ndogo ĩthiraga; namo mahĩndĩ makwa maraakana o ta gĩcinga.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
Ngoro yakwa ĩringĩkĩte na ĩkahooha o ta nyeki; ndiganĩirwo o na nĩ kũrĩa irio.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
Tondũ wa ũrĩa ndĩracaaya nyanĩrĩire, hĩnjĩte ngatigara o gĩkonde na mahĩndĩ.
6 I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
Haana ta ndundu ya werũ-inĩ, ngahaana ta ndundu ĩrĩa ĩikaraga kũrĩa kwanangĩku.
7 I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
Ndaaraga itarĩ toro; haanĩte ta nyoni ĩrĩ o iiki nyũmba igũrũ.
8 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
Mũthenya wothe thũ ciakwa itindaga igĩĩthirĩkia; acio maanyũrũragia mahũthagĩra rĩĩtwa rĩakwa taarĩ kĩrumi.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
Nĩgũkorwo ndĩĩaga mũhu taarĩ irio ciakwa, na kĩrĩa nyuuaga ngagĩtukania na maithori,
10 Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
tondũ wa mangʼũrĩ maku manene, ũnjoete na igũrũ ũkanjikia mwena-inĩ.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
Matukũ makwa mahaana o ta kĩĩruru kĩa hwaĩ-inĩ; hoohaga ta nyeki.
12 But you, O Lord, are eternal; and your name will never come to an end.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova ũgũtũũra ũikarĩire gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene nginya tene na tene; ngumo yaku ĩgũtũũra njiarwa na njiarwa.
13 You will again get up and have mercy on Zion: for the time has come for her to be comforted.
Wee nĩũkwarahũka ũiguĩre itũũra rĩa Zayuni tha, nĩgũkorwo ihinda rĩa kũrĩĩka wega nĩ ikinyu; ihinda rĩrĩa rĩathĩrĩre nĩ ikinyu.
14 For your servants take pleasure in her stones, looking with love on her dust.
Nĩgũkorwo mahiga makuo nĩmakenagĩrwo nĩ ndungata ciaku; o na rũkũngũ rwakuo nĩrũtũmaga iringwo nĩ tha.
15 So the nations will give honour to the name of the Lord, and all the kings of the earth will be in fear of his glory:
Ndũrĩrĩ nĩigeetigĩra rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova, athamaki othe a thĩ mekĩrĩre riiri waku.
16 When the Lord has put up the walls of Zion, and has been been in his glory;
Nĩgũkorwo Jehova nĩagaaka itũũra rĩa Zayuni rĩngĩ, na eyumĩrie arĩ na riiri wake.
17 When he has given ear to the prayer of the poor, and has not put his request on one side.
Nĩakaigua mahooya ma andũ arĩa aagi; ndakanyarara mahooya mao.
18 This will be put in writing for the coming generation, and the people of the future will give praise to the Lord.
Ũhoro ũyũ nĩwandĩkwo nĩ ũndũ wa rũciaro rũrĩa rũgooka, nĩguo andũ arĩa mataciarĩtwo makaagooca Jehova:
19 For from his holy place the Lord has seen, looking down on the earth from heaven;
“Jehova nĩacũthĩrĩirie thĩ arĩ harĩa hake haamũre kũu igũrũ; arĩ kũu igũrũ Jehova nĩkũrora aarorire thĩ,
20 Hearing the cry of the prisoner, making free those for whom death is ordered;
nĩguo aigue gũcaaya kwa arĩa moheetwo, na ohorithie arĩa maatuĩrĩirwo gũkua.”
21 So that they may give out the name of the Lord in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem;
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova nĩrĩkoimbũrwo kũu Zayuni, na nĩakagoocwo kũu Jerusalemu
22 When the peoples are come together, and the kingdoms, to give worship to the Lord.
rĩrĩa andũ a ndũrĩrĩ na mothamaki makoongana, mathathaiye Jehova.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
Hĩndĩ ya mũtũũrĩre wakwa nĩanyiihirie hinya wakwa; nĩakuhĩhirie matukũ makwa.
24 I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ngĩkiuga atĩrĩ: “Wee Ngai wakwa, ndũkanjũrage o rĩrĩa ndaiganĩria matukũ makwa; wee-rĩ, mĩaka yaku ĩthiiaga o na mbere nginya njiarwa na njiarwa.
25 In the past you put the earth on its base, and the heavens are the work of your hands.
O kĩambĩrĩria-inĩ, nĩwaarire mĩthingi ya thĩ, o narĩo igũrũ nĩ wĩra wa moko maku.
26 They will come to an end, but you will still go on; they all will become old like a coat, and like a robe they will be changed:
Icio nĩgũthira igaathira, no wee nĩgũtũũra ũgaatũũra; igaakũra o ta nguo, ithire. Ũgaacigarũrĩra ta nguo, icooke iteeo.
27 But you are the unchanging One, and your years will have no end.
No Wee ndũgarũrũkaga, nayo mĩaka yaku ndĩrĩ mũthia.
28 The children of your servants will have a safe resting-place, and their seed will be ever before you.
Ciana cia ndungata ciaku igaatũũra na thayũ mbere yaku; nacio njiaro ciacio cigaikara irũmĩte irĩ mbere yaku.”
