< Psalms 131 >
1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of David. Lord, I'm not proud or arrogant. I don't worry about things that are beyond me, matters that are far beyond my experience.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova, ngoro yakwa ndĩrĩ na mwĩgaatho, o na maitho makwa ti ma mwĩtũũgĩrio; niĩ ndirũmbũyanagia na maũndũ manene, o na kana maũndũ ma magegania marĩa mangĩrĩte.
2 On the contrary, I have chosen to be calm and quiet, like a weaned child with its mother. I am like a weaned child with its mother.
No rĩrĩ, nĩhooreretie na ngakiria ngoro yakwa; o ta kaana gatuithĩtio iria gakuuĩtwo nĩ nyina, o ta kaana gatuithĩtio iria nĩguo ngoro yakwa ĩhaana ĩrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa.
3 Israel, hope in the Lord, now and forever!
Atĩrĩrĩ wee Isiraeli, wĩhokage Jehova rĩu na nginya tene.