Psalms 4
1 Unto the end, in verses. A psalm for David. When I called upon him, the God of my justice heard me: when I was in distress, thou hast enlarged me. Have mercy on 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 O ye sons of men, how long will you be dull of heart? why do you love vanity, and seek after lying?
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 Know ye also that the Lord hath made his holy one wonderful: the Lord will hear me when I shall cry unto him.
Menyai atĩ Jehova nĩeyamũrĩire arĩa mamwendete; Jehova nĩarĩiguaga rĩrĩa ndamũkaĩra.
4 Be angry, and sin not: the things you say in your hearts, be sorry for them upon your beds.
Mũngĩrakara mũtikehie; rĩrĩa mũrĩ marĩrĩ-inĩ manyu-rĩ, thuthuuragiai ngoro cianyu mwĩkirĩire.
5 Offer up the sacrifice of justice, and trust in the Lord: many say, Who sheweth us good things?
Rutagai magongona marĩa magĩrĩire, na mwĩhokage Jehova.
6 The light of thy countenance O Lord, is signed upon us: thou hast given gladness in my heart.
Kũrĩ andũ aingĩ maroria atĩrĩ, “Nũũ ũngĩtuonia maũndũ mega?” Wee Jehova reke ũtheri wa gĩthiithi gĩaku ũtwarĩre.
7 By the fruit of their corn, their wine and oil, they are multiplied.
Wee nĩũnjiyũrĩtie gĩkeno kĩnene ngoro-inĩ yakwa, gũkĩra kĩrĩa makoragwo nakĩo hĩndĩ ya bũthi wa ngano na ndibei ya mũhihano.
8 In peace in the selfsame I will sleep, and I will rest: For thou, O Lord, singularly hast settled me in hope.
Niĩ ndĩrĩkomaga na nyonage toro ndĩ na thayũ, nĩgũkorwo Wee Jehova nĩwe ũikaraga ũũmenyereire wega.
