< Psalms 65 >

1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David: a Song. Praise waiteth for thee in silence, O God, in Zion; and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, twetereire gũkũgooca tũrĩ Zayuni; nĩ harĩwe mĩĩhĩtwa iitũ ĩkaahingio.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
Wee ũiguaga mahooya-rĩ, andũ othe marĩũkaga harĩwe.
3 Iniquities have prevailed against me: our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.
Rĩrĩa twahubanĩirio nĩ mehia, Wee nĩwatũrekeire mahĩtia maitũ.
4 Blessed is he whom thou choosest and causest to approach: he shall dwell in thy courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, of thy holy temple.
Kũrathimwo-rĩ, nĩ andũ arĩa ũthuurĩte, na ũkamarehe hakuhĩ matũũrage kũu nja ciaku! Ithuĩ tũrĩiganagĩra nĩ maũndũ mega ma nyũmba yaku, o macio ma hekarũ yaku theru.
5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, thou confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the distant regions of the sea. ...
Ũtũcookagĩria ũhoro na ciĩko cia magegania na cia kĩhooto, Wee Ngai Mũhonokia witũ, o Wee nĩwe mwĩhoko wa andũ arĩa marĩ ituri-inĩ ciothe cia thĩ, na arĩa marĩ iria-inĩ kũndũ kũraya mũno,
6 Who by his strength established the mountains, being girded with power;
o Wee wombire irĩma na hinya waku, wĩohete ũhoti taarĩ mũcibi,
7 Who stilleth the raging of the seas, the raging of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples.
o Wee wahooreririe mũrurumo wa maria, ũkĩhooreria mũrurumo wa ndiihũ ciamo, na ũgĩkiria inegene rĩa ndũrĩrĩ.
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Andũ arĩa matũũraga kũraya nĩmetigagĩra magegania maku; ũtũmaga thĩ yothe ĩkene, kuuma kũrĩa rũciinĩ rũrathaga nginya kũrĩa hwaĩ-inĩ ũthũaga.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, thou hast watered it; thou greatly enrichest it: the river of God is full of water; thou providest their corn, when thou hast so prepared it:
Wee nĩwe ũmenyagĩrĩra thĩ na ũkamiurĩria mbura; ũtũmaga ĩgĩe na bũthi mũingĩ. Rũũĩ rwa Ngai rũiyũrĩte maaĩ ma gũkũrĩria andũ irio, nĩgũkorwo ũguo nĩguo wathĩrĩirie gwĩkagwo.
10 Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof.
Ũiyũragia mĩtaro yakuo maaĩ, na ũkaaragania mĩkũmũkũmũ yakuo; ũmĩororoagia na mbura ya rũthuthuũ, na ũkarathima kĩmera kĩayo.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness:
Mwaka ũwĩkĩrĩte thũmbĩ ya wega waku, namo makaari maku makaiyũrĩrĩra bũthi mũingĩ.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.
Nyeki ya werũ nĩ nduru mũno, natuo tũrĩma tũiyũrĩtwo nĩ gĩkeno.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.
Cieni ciyũrĩte ndũũru cia ngʼondu, nacio ituamba ikaiyũra ngano; indo ciothe iroigĩrĩria ikaina nĩ gũkena.

< Psalms 65 >