Psalms 102
1 The prayer of the pauper, when he was anxious, and so he poured out his petition in the sight of the Lord. O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my outcry reach you.
Wee Jehova, igua ihooya rĩakwa; reke gũkaya gwakwa ngĩhooya ũteithio gũgũkinyĩre.
2 Do not turn your face away from me. In whatever day that I am in trouble, incline your ear to me. In whatever day that I will call upon you, heed me quickly.
Tiga kũũhitha ũthiũ waku rĩrĩa ndĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ. Inamĩrĩria gũtũ gwaku ũnjigue; ndagũkaĩra, njĩtĩka o narua.
3 For my days have faded away like smoke, and my bones have dried out like firewood.
Nĩgũkorwo matukũ makwa marathira o ta ũrĩa ndogo ĩthiraga; namo mahĩndĩ makwa maraakana o ta gĩcinga.
4 I have been cut down like hay, and my heart has withered, for I had forgotten to eat my bread.
Ngoro yakwa ĩringĩkĩte na ĩkahooha o ta nyeki; ndiganĩirwo o na nĩ kũrĩa irio.
5 Before the voice of my groaning, my bone has adhered to my flesh.
Tondũ wa ũrĩa ndĩracaaya nyanĩrĩire, hĩnjĩte ngatigara o gĩkonde na mahĩndĩ.
6 I have become like a pelican in solitude. I have become like a night raven in a house.
Haana ta ndundu ya werũ-inĩ, ngahaana ta ndundu ĩrĩa ĩikaraga kũrĩa kwanangĩku.
7 I have kept vigil, and I have become like a solitary sparrow on a roof.
Ndaaraga itarĩ toro; haanĩte ta nyoni ĩrĩ o iiki nyũmba igũrũ.
8 All day long my enemies reproached me, and those who praised me swore oaths against me.
Mũthenya wothe thũ ciakwa itindaga igĩĩthirĩkia; acio maanyũrũragia mahũthagĩra rĩĩtwa rĩakwa taarĩ kĩrumi.
9 For I chewed on ashes like bread, and I mixed weeping into my drink.
Nĩgũkorwo ndĩĩaga mũhu taarĩ irio ciakwa, na kĩrĩa nyuuaga ngagĩtukania na maithori,
10 By the face of your anger and indignation, you lifted me up and threw me down.
tondũ wa mangʼũrĩ maku manene, ũnjoete na igũrũ ũkanjikia mwena-inĩ.
11 My days have declined like a shadow, and I have dried out like hay.
Matukũ makwa mahaana o ta kĩĩruru kĩa hwaĩ-inĩ; hoohaga ta nyeki.
12 But you, O Lord, endure for eternity, and your memorial is from generation to generation.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova ũgũtũũra ũikarĩire gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene nginya tene na tene; ngumo yaku ĩgũtũũra njiarwa na njiarwa.
13 You will rise up and take pity on Zion, for it is time for its mercy, for the time has come.
Wee nĩũkwarahũka ũiguĩre itũũra rĩa Zayuni tha, nĩgũkorwo ihinda rĩa kũrĩĩka wega nĩ ikinyu; ihinda rĩrĩa rĩathĩrĩre nĩ ikinyu.
14 For its stones have pleased your servants, and they will take pity on its land.
Nĩgũkorwo mahiga makuo nĩmakenagĩrwo nĩ ndungata ciaku; o na rũkũngũ rwakuo nĩrũtũmaga iringwo nĩ tha.
15 And the Gentiles will fear your name, O Lord, and all the kings of the earth your glory.
Ndũrĩrĩ nĩigeetigĩra rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova, athamaki othe a thĩ mekĩrĩre riiri waku.
16 For the Lord has built up Zion, and he will be seen in his glory.
Nĩgũkorwo Jehova nĩagaaka itũũra rĩa Zayuni rĩngĩ, na eyumĩrie arĩ na riiri wake.
17 He has noticed the prayer of the humble, and he has not despised their petition.
Nĩakaigua mahooya ma andũ arĩa aagi; ndakanyarara mahooya mao.
18 Let these things be written in another generation, and the people who will be created will praise the Lord.
Ũhoro ũyũ nĩwandĩkwo nĩ ũndũ wa rũciaro rũrĩa rũgooka, nĩguo andũ arĩa mataciarĩtwo makaagooca Jehova:
19 For he has gazed from his high sanctuary. From heaven, the Lord has beheld the earth.
“Jehova nĩacũthĩrĩirie thĩ arĩ harĩa hake haamũre kũu igũrũ; arĩ kũu igũrũ Jehova nĩkũrora aarorire thĩ,
20 So may he hear the groans of those in shackles, in order that he may release the sons of the slain.
nĩguo aigue gũcaaya kwa arĩa moheetwo, na ohorithie arĩa maatuĩrĩirwo gũkua.”
21 So may they announce 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 while the people convene, along with kings, in order that they may serve the Lord.
rĩrĩa andũ a ndũrĩrĩ na mothamaki makoongana, mathathaiye Jehova.
23 He responded to him in the way of his virtue: Declare to me the brevity of my days.
Hĩndĩ ya mũtũũrĩre wakwa nĩanyiihirie hinya wakwa; nĩakuhĩhirie matukũ makwa.
24 Do not call me back in the middle of my days: your years are from generation to generation.
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 beginning, O Lord, you founded the earth. 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 perish, but you remain. And all will grow old like a garment. And, like a blanket, you will change them, and they will be changed.
Icio nĩgũthira igaathira, no wee nĩgũtũũra ũgaatũũra; igaakũra o ta nguo, ithire. Ũgaacigarũrĩra ta nguo, icooke iteeo.
27 Yet you are ever yourself, and your years will not decline.
No Wee ndũgarũrũkaga, nayo mĩaka yaku ndĩrĩ mũthia.
28 The sons of your servants will live, and their offspring will be guided aright in every age.
Ciana cia ndungata ciaku igaatũũra na thayũ mbere yaku; nacio njiaro ciacio cigaikara irũmĩte irĩ mbere yaku.”
