Psalms 108

1 A canticle of a psalm for David himself. My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing, and will give praise, with my glory.

Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, ngoro yakwa nĩĩkindĩirie; nĩkũina ngũina, ngũgooce na rwĩmbo na muoyo wakwa wothe.

2 Arise, my glory; arise, psaltery and harp: I will arise in the morning early.

Arahũka, wee kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto na gĩa kĩnũbi! Ngwarahũka ruoro rũgĩtema.

3 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing unto thee among the populations.

Wee Jehova nĩngũkũgooca, ngũgooce gatagatĩ-inĩ ka ndũrĩrĩ; nĩngũkũinĩra ndĩ gatagatĩ-inĩ ka andũ.

4 For thy mercy is great above the heavens: and thy truth even unto the clouds.

Nĩgũkorwo wendo waku nĩ mũnene, ũkaraiha gũkĩra igũrũ; wĩhokeku waku ũkinyaga o matu-inĩ.

5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory over all the earth:

Wee Ngai tũũgĩra, ũtũũgĩrio igũrũ rĩa igũrũ, riiri waku nĩũgĩe igũrũ rĩa thĩ yothe.

6 That thy beloved may be delivered. Save with thy right hand and hear me.

Tũhonokie na ũtũteithie na guoko gwaku kwa ũrĩo, nĩguo ũteithũre arĩa wendete.

7 God hath spoken in his holiness. I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem and I will mete out the vale of tabernacles.

Ngai nĩarĩtie arĩ handũ hake harĩa haamũre, akoiga atĩrĩ: “Nĩngatũranga Shekemu ndĩ na gĩkeno kĩingĩ, na thimĩre andũ akwa Gĩtuamba gĩa Sukothu.

8 Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine and Ephraim the protection of my head. Juda is my king:

Gileadi nĩ gwakwa, o na Manase no gwakwa; Efiraimu nĩ ngũbia yakwa ya kĩgera, na Juda nĩ mũthĩgi wakwa wa ũthamaki.

9 Moab the pot of my hope. Over Edom I will stretch out my shoe: the aliens are become my friends.

Moabi nĩ kĩraĩ gĩakwa gĩa gwĩthambĩra, na Edomu nĩho njikagia kĩraatũ gĩakwa; nĩngwanĩrĩra nĩ ũrĩa ndooretie bũrũri wa Filistia.”

10 Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?

Nũũ ũkũnginyia itũũra rĩrĩa inene rĩirigĩre? Nũũ ũkũndongoria andware Edomu?

11 Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our armies?

Githĩ tiwe, Wee Ngai, o Wee ũtũtiganĩirie, na ũgatiga gũtwarana na mbũtũ ciitũ cia ita?

12 O grant us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.

Tũteithie ũtũhootanĩre harĩ thũ ciitũ, nĩgũkorwo ũteithio wa mũndũ nĩ wa tũhũ.

13 Through God we shall do mightily: and he will bring our enemies to nothing.

Ngai arĩ hamwe na ithuĩ nĩtũkũhootana, na nĩakarangĩrĩria thũ ciitũ thĩ.