Psalms 4
1 To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A Psalm of David. When I call, answer me, O God of my righteousness: in pressure thou hast enlarged me; be gracious unto me, and hear my prayer.
Thaburi ya Daudi Njĩtĩka rĩrĩa ndagũkaĩra, Wee Ngai wakwa, o Wee mũthingu. Ũndeithagie rĩrĩa ndĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ; njiguĩra tha na ũigue mahooya makwa.
2 Ye sons of men, till when is my glory [to be put] to shame? [How long] will ye love vanity, will ye seek after a lie? (Selah)
Inyuĩ, andũ aya, nĩ nginya rĩ mũgũtũũra mũtũmaga riiri wakwa ũnyararwo? Nĩ nginya rĩ mũgũtũũra mwendete maũndũ ma tũhũ, na mũkarongoragia ngai cia maheeni?
3 But know that Jehovah hath set apart the pious [man] for himself: Jehovah will hear when I call unto him.
Menyai atĩ Jehova nĩeyamũrĩire arĩa mamwendete; Jehova nĩarĩiguaga rĩrĩa ndamũkaĩra.
4 Be moved with anger, and sin not; meditate in your own hearts upon your bed, and be still. (Selah)
Mũngĩrakara mũtikehie; rĩrĩa mũrĩ marĩrĩ-inĩ manyu-rĩ, thuthuuragiai ngoro cianyu mwĩkirĩire.
5 Offer sacrifices of righteousness, and confide in Jehovah.
Rutagai magongona marĩa magĩrĩire, na mwĩhokage Jehova.
6 Many say, Who shall cause us to see good? Lift up upon us the light of thy countenance, O Jehovah.
Kũrĩ andũ aingĩ maroria atĩrĩ, “Nũũ ũngĩtuonia maũndũ mega?” Wee Jehova reke ũtheri wa gĩthiithi gĩaku ũtwarĩre.
7 Thou hast put joy in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their new wine was in abundance.
Wee nĩũnjiyũrĩtie gĩkeno kĩnene ngoro-inĩ yakwa, gũkĩra kĩrĩa makoragwo nakĩo hĩndĩ ya bũthi wa ngano na ndibei ya mũhihano.
8 In peace will I both lay me down and sleep; for thou, Jehovah, alone makest me to dwell in safety.
Niĩ ndĩrĩkomaga na nyonage toro ndĩ na thayũ, nĩgũkorwo Wee Jehova nĩwe ũikaraga ũũmenyereire wega.
