Psalms 51
1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bath-sheba. Have pity on me, O God, in your mercy; out of a full heart, take away my sin.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai-rĩ, njiguĩra tha, kũringana na wendo waku ũrĩa ũtathiraga; kũringana na tha ciaku nyingĩ-rĩ, tharia mahĩtia makwa mathire.
2 Let all my wrongdoing be washed away, and make me clean from evil.
Thambia mahĩtia makwa mothe, na ũũtherie mehia makwa.
3 For I am conscious of my error; my sin is ever before me.
Nĩgũkorwo nĩnjũũĩ mahĩtia makwa, namo mehia makwa makoragwo mbere yakwa hĩndĩ ciothe.
4 Against you, you only, have I done wrong, working that which is evil in your eyes; so that your words may be seen to be right, and you may be clear when you are judging.
Wee nĩwe njĩhĩirie, o Wee wiki, na ngeeka ũndũ mũũru maitho-inĩ maku, nĩguo Wee wonekage ũtarĩ na mahĩtia rĩrĩa ũkwaria, na ũrĩ wa kĩhooto rĩrĩa ũgũtua ciira.
5 Truly, I was formed in evil, and in sin did my mother give me birth.
Ti-itherũ ndaciarirwo ndĩ mwĩhia; maitũ aagĩire nda ya kũnjiara arĩ o na mehia.
6 Your desire is for what is true in the inner parts: in the secrets of my soul you will give me knowledge of wisdom.
Ti-itherũ, Wee wendaga ũhoro wa ma kuuma ngoro thĩinĩ; nĩ ũndũ ũcio ũndutaga kũgĩa na ũũgĩ ngoro-inĩ yakwa.
7 Make me free from sin with hyssop: let me be washed whiter than snow.
Theria na mũthobi, na nĩngũthera; thaambia, na nĩngwerũha gũkĩra ira.
8 Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.
Tũma ngene na njanjamũke; mahĩndĩ marĩa ũthetherete nĩmagĩkene.
9 Let your face be turned from my wrongdoing, and take away all my sins.
Hitha ũthiũ waku ndũkoone mehia makwa, na ũtharie mahĩtia makwa mothe.
10 Make a clean heart in me, O God; give me a right spirit again.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, nyũmbĩra ngoro theru thĩinĩ wakwa, na ũnjerũhĩrie roho wa kwĩhokeka thĩinĩ wakwa.
11 Do not put me away from before you, or take your holy spirit from me.
Ndũkanyingate nyume harĩwe, o na kana weherie Roho waku Mũtheru kuuma thĩinĩ wakwa.
12 Give me back the joy of your salvation; let a free spirit be my support.
Njookeria gĩkeno kĩrĩa kĩa ũhonokio waku, na ũũhe roho wa kũndũũria ngwathĩkagĩra.
13 Then will I make your ways clear to wrongdoers; and sinners will be turned to you.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩngaruta andũ arĩa aremi nĩguo mamenye njĩra ciaku, nao ehia magũcookerere.
14 Be my saviour from violent death, O God, the God of my salvation; and my tongue will give praise to your righteousness.
Wee Ngai, o Wee Ngai ũrĩa ũũhonokagia-rĩ, honokia kuumana na ũiti thakame, naruo rũrĩmĩ rwakwa nĩrũkaina ũhoro wa ũthingu waku.
15 O Lord, let my lips be open, so that my mouth may make clear your praise.
Wee Mwathani, tumũra mĩromo yakwa, nako kanua gakwa koimbũre ũgooci waku.
16 You have no desire for an offering or I would give it; you have no delight in burned offerings.
Wee ndũkenagio nĩ kũrutĩrwo igongona, korwo nĩũkenagio nĩrĩo no ngũrutĩre; o na ndũkenagio nĩ magongona ma njino.
17 The offerings of God are a broken spirit; a broken and sorrowing heart, O God, you will not put from you.
Magongona marĩa Ngai etĩkagĩra nĩ roho ũrĩa mũthuthĩku; ngoro ĩrĩa thuthĩku na ĩkahera-rĩ, Wee Ngai ndũngĩmĩrega.
18 Do good to Zion in your good pleasure, building up the walls of Jerusalem.
Tũma itũũra rĩa Zayuni rĩgaacĩre nĩ ũndũ wa wega waku; aka thingo cia Jerusalemu rĩngĩ.
19 Then you will have delight in the offerings of righteousness, in burned offerings and offerings of beasts; then they will make offerings of oxen on your altar.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩũgakenagĩra magongona ma ũthingu, na maruta ma njino o marĩa macinagwo magathira biũ; ningĩ magongona ma ndegwa nĩmakarutagĩrwo kĩgongona-inĩ gĩaku.
