< Psalms 102 >

1 A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and poureth out his complaint before Jehovah. Jehovah, hear my prayer, and let my cry come unto thee.
Wee Jehova, igua ihooya rĩakwa; reke gũkaya gwakwa ngĩhooya ũteithio gũgũkinyĩre.
2 Hide not thy face from me: in the day of my trouble, incline thine ear unto me; in the day I call, answer me speedily.
Tiga kũũhitha ũthiũ waku rĩrĩa ndĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ. Inamĩrĩria gũtũ gwaku ũnjigue; ndagũkaĩra, njĩtĩka o narua.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a firebrand.
Nĩgũkorwo matukũ makwa marathira o ta ũrĩa ndogo ĩthiraga; namo mahĩndĩ makwa maraakana o ta gĩcinga.
4 My heart is smitten and withered like grass; yea, I have forgotten to eat my bread.
Ngoro yakwa ĩringĩkĩte na ĩkahooha o ta nyeki; ndiganĩirwo o na nĩ kũrĩa irio.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my flesh.
Tondũ wa ũrĩa ndĩracaaya nyanĩrĩire, hĩnjĩte ngatigara o gĩkonde na mahĩndĩ.
6 I am become like the pelican of the wilderness, I am as an owl in desolate places;
Haana ta ndundu ya werũ-inĩ, ngahaana ta ndundu ĩrĩa ĩikaraga kũrĩa kwanangĩku.
7 I watch, and am like a sparrow alone upon the housetop.
Ndaaraga itarĩ toro; haanĩte ta nyoni ĩrĩ o iiki nyũmba igũrũ.
8 Mine enemies reproach me all the day; they that are mad against me swear by me.
Mũthenya wothe thũ ciakwa itindaga igĩĩthirĩkia; acio maanyũrũragia mahũthagĩra rĩĩtwa rĩakwa taarĩ kĩrumi.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
Nĩgũkorwo ndĩĩaga mũhu taarĩ irio ciakwa, na kĩrĩa nyuuaga ngagĩtukania na maithori,
10 Because of thine indignation and thy wrath; for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
tondũ wa mangʼũrĩ maku manene, ũnjoete na igũrũ ũkanjikia mwena-inĩ.
11 My days are like a lengthened-out shadow, and I, I am withered like grass.
Matukũ makwa mahaana o ta kĩĩruru kĩa hwaĩ-inĩ; hoohaga ta nyeki.
12 But thou, Jehovah, abidest for ever, and thy memorial from generation to generation.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova ũgũtũũra ũikarĩire gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene nginya tene na tene; ngumo yaku ĩgũtũũra njiarwa na njiarwa.
13 Thou wilt rise up, thou wilt have mercy upon Zion: for it is the time to be gracious to her, for the set time is come.
Wee nĩũkwarahũka ũiguĩre itũũra rĩa Zayuni tha, nĩgũkorwo ihinda rĩa kũrĩĩka wega nĩ ikinyu; ihinda rĩrĩa rĩathĩrĩre nĩ ikinyu.
14 For thy servants take pleasure in her stones, and favour her dust.
Nĩgũkorwo mahiga makuo nĩmakenagĩrwo nĩ ndungata ciaku; o na rũkũngũ rwakuo nĩrũtũmaga iringwo nĩ tha.
15 And the nations shall fear the name of Jehovah, and all the kings of the earth thy glory.
Ndũrĩrĩ nĩigeetigĩra rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova, athamaki othe a thĩ mekĩrĩre riiri waku.
16 When Jehovah shall build up Zion, he will appear in his glory.
Nĩgũkorwo Jehova nĩagaaka itũũra rĩa Zayuni rĩngĩ, na eyumĩrie arĩ na riiri wake.
17 He will regard the prayer of the destitute one, and not despise their prayer.
Nĩakaigua mahooya ma andũ arĩa aagi; ndakanyarara mahooya mao.
18 This shall be written for the generation to come; and a people that shall be created shall praise Jah:
Ũhoro ũyũ nĩwandĩkwo nĩ ũndũ wa rũciaro rũrĩa rũgooka, nĩguo andũ arĩa mataciarĩtwo makaagooca Jehova:
19 For he hath looked down from the height of his sanctuary; from the heavens hath Jehovah beheld the earth,
“Jehova nĩacũthĩrĩirie thĩ arĩ harĩa hake haamũre kũu igũrũ; arĩ kũu igũrũ Jehova nĩkũrora aarorire thĩ,
20 To hear the groaning of the prisoner, to loose those that are appointed to die;
nĩguo aigue gũcaaya kwa arĩa moheetwo, na ohorithie arĩa maatuĩrĩirwo gũkua.”
21 That the name of Jehovah may be declared in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem,
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova nĩrĩkoimbũrwo kũu Zayuni, na nĩakagoocwo kũu Jerusalemu
22 When the peoples shall be gathered together, and the kingdoms, to serve Jehovah.
rĩrĩa andũ a ndũrĩrĩ na mothamaki makoongana, mathathaiye Jehova.
23 He weakened my strength in the way, he shortened my days.
Hĩndĩ ya mũtũũrĩre wakwa nĩanyiihirie hinya wakwa; nĩakuhĩhirie matukũ makwa.
24 I said, My God, take me not away in the midst of my days! ...Thy 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 Of old hast thou founded the earth, and the heavens are the work of thy hands:
O kĩambĩrĩria-inĩ, nĩwaarire mĩthingi ya thĩ, o narĩo igũrũ nĩ wĩra wa moko maku.
26 They shall perish, but thou continuest; and all of them shall grow old as a garment: as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed.
Icio nĩgũthira igaathira, no wee nĩgũtũũra ũgaatũũra; igaakũra o ta nguo, ithire. Ũgaacigarũrĩra ta nguo, icooke iteeo.
27 But thou art the Same, and thy years shall have no end.
No Wee ndũgarũrũkaga, nayo mĩaka yaku ndĩrĩ mũthia.
28 The children of thy servants shall abide, and their seed shall be established before thee.
Ciana cia ndungata ciaku igaatũũra na thayũ mbere yaku; nacio njiaro ciacio cigaikara irũmĩte irĩ mbere yaku.”

< Psalms 102 >