Psalms 6

1 Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave. O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova, ndũkandũithie ũrĩ na marakara, o na kana ũũherithie ũrĩ na mangʼũrĩ.

2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

Jehova, njiguĩra tha, nĩgũkorwo nĩthirĩtwo nĩ hinya; Wee Jehova honia, nĩgũkorwo mahĩndĩ makwa marĩ na ruo rũnene.

3 And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

O nayo ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ na ruo rũnene. Nĩ nginya rĩ, Wee Jehova, nĩ nginya rĩ?

4 Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

Wee Jehova, cooka, ũka ũũthare; honokia tondũ wa wendo waku ũrĩa ũtathiraga.

5 For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell? (Sheol h7585)

Gũtirĩ mũndũ ũngĩkũririkana arĩ mũkuũ. Nũũ ũkũgoocaga arĩ thĩinĩ wa mbĩrĩra? (Sheol h7585)

6 I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

Niĩ ndĩ mũnogu mũno nĩ ũndũ wa gũcaaya; ũtukũ wothe njihũgagia ũrĩrĩ wakwa na kĩrĩro, na ngaconjoria gĩtĩ gĩakwa na maithori.

7 My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

Maitho makwa matirona wega nĩ ũndũ wa ihooru; nĩmaroora nĩ ũndũ wa thũ ciakwa ciothe.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

Njehererai inyuĩ arĩa othe mwĩkaga ũũru, nĩgũkorwo Jehova nĩaiguĩte kĩrĩro gĩakwa.

9 The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.

Jehova nĩaiguĩte ngĩmũthaitha anjiguĩre tha; Jehova nĩetĩkĩrĩte ihooya rĩakwa.

10 Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.

Thũ ciakwa ciothe nĩigaconoka na imake; igaacooka na thuutha o rĩmwe iconokete.