Psalms 77
1 Unto the end. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of Asaph. I cried out to the Lord with my voice, to God with my voice, and he attended to me.
Thaburi ya Asafu Ndakaĩire Ngai andeithie; ndakaĩire Ngai nĩguo anjigue.
2 In the days of my tribulation, I sought God, with my hands opposite him in the night, and I was not deceived. My soul refused to be consoled.
Rĩrĩa ndaarĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ, nĩ Mwathani ndarongoririe; ũtukũ ndamwambararĩirie moko itekũnoga, no muoyo wakwa ũkĩrega kũhoorerio.
3 I was mindful of God, and I was delighted, and I was distressed, and my spirit fell away.
Wee Ngai, ndakũririkanire ngĩcaaya; ndataranirie maũndũ, naguo roho wakwa ũkĩringĩka.
4 My eyes anticipated the vigils. I was disturbed, and I did not speak.
Wee watũmire njũrwo nĩ toro, ngĩthĩĩnĩka mũno, ngĩremwo nĩ kwaria.
5 I considered the days of antiquity, and I held the years of eternity in my mind.
Ndeciiririe ũhoro wa matukũ ma tene, ngĩririkana mĩaka o ĩrĩa yarĩ ya tene;
6 And I meditated in the night with my heart, and I was distressed, and I examined my spirit.
ngĩkĩĩririkania ũrĩa ndainaga ũtukũ, ngoro yakwa ĩgĩtarania maũndũ, naguo roho wakwa ũkĩyũũria atĩrĩ:
7 So then, will God reject for eternity? Will he not continue to allow himself to show favor?
“Mwathani egũtũũra atũregete nginya tene? Ndarĩ hĩndĩ agacooka gũtũkenera?
8 Or, will he cut off his mercy in the end, from generation to generation?
Wendo wake ũtathiraga-rĩ, nĩkũbuĩria ũbuĩrĩtie nginya tene? Kĩĩranĩro gĩake gĩgũtũũra gĩtahingĩte nginya tene?
9 And would God ever forget to be merciful? Or, would he, in his wrath, restrict his mercies?
Kaĩ Mũrungu ariganĩirwo nĩkũiguanĩra tha? Kaĩ marakara make matũmĩte atige gũtugana?”
10 And I said, “Now I have begun. This change is from the right hand of the Most High.”
Ngĩcooka ngĩĩciiria atĩrĩ, “Ũndũ ũyũ nĩguo ngwĩtiiria naguo: kũririkana mĩaka ya guoko kwa ũrĩo kwa Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno.”
11 I was mindful of the works of the Lord. For I will be mindful from the beginning of your wonders,
Nĩngũririkana ciĩko cia Jehova; ĩĩ nĩguo, nĩngũririkana ciama ciaku cia tene.
12 and I will meditate on all your works. And I will take part in your intentions.
Ndĩrĩtaranagia mawĩra maku mothe, na ngecũũrania ũhoro wa ciĩko ciaku cia hinya.
13 Your way, O God, is in what is holy. Which God is great like our God?
Njĩra ciaku, Wee Ngai, nĩ theru. Nĩ ngai ĩrĩkũ nene ta Ngai witũ?
14 You are the God who performs miracles. You have made your virtue known among the peoples.
Wee nĩwe Mũrungu ũrĩa ũringaga ciama; wonanagia ũhoti waku kũrĩ ndũrĩrĩ.
15 With your arm, you have redeemed your people, the sons of Jacob and of Joseph.
Nĩwakũũrire andũ aku na guoko gwaku kwa hinya, o acio njiaro cia Jakubu na Jusufu.
16 The waters saw you, O God, the waters saw you, and they were afraid, and the depths were stirred up.
Maaĩ nĩmakuonire, Wee Ngai, maaĩ macio maakuonire makĩigua guoya, nakuo kũrĩa kũriku mũno gũkĩĩnyogonda.
17 Great was the sound of the waters. The clouds uttered a voice. For your arrows also pass by.
Matu mooiririe mbura, nacio ngwa ikĩruruma igũrũ guothe; heni ciahenũkire ikĩrathũka mĩena yothe
18 The voice of your thunder is like a wheel. Your flashes have illuminated the whole world. The earth has quaked and trembled.
Ngwa yaku yaiguĩkanire kĩhuhũkanio-inĩ, rũheni rwaku rũkĩmũrĩka thĩ yothe, nayo thĩ ĩkĩinaina na ĩgĩthingitha.
19 Your way is through the sea, and your paths are through many waters. And your traces will not be known.
Njĩra yaku yatuĩkanĩirie iria-inĩ, njĩra yaku ĩgĩtuĩkanĩria maaĩ-inĩ maingĩ, o na gũtuĩka makinya maku mationekire.
20 You have conducted your people like sheep, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Watongoririe andũ aku o ta ũrĩa mũrĩithi atongoragia rũũru, ũkĩmatongoria na guoko kwa Musa na kwa Harũni.
