Psalms 133

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of David. How good, how delightful it is when people live together lin harmony!

Thaburi ya Daudi Nĩ ũhoro mwega atĩa, o na ũrĩ gĩkeno, rĩrĩa andũ a nyũmba ĩmwe maikarania maiguanĩte!

2 This is as precious as the oil used to anoint Aaron, running down from his head onto his beard, onto the collar of his clothes.

Nĩ ta maguta manungi wega maitĩrĩirio mũtwe, makĩnyũrũrũkĩra nderu-inĩ, o nderu-inĩ cia Harũni, makanyũrũrũka nginya ngingo-inĩ ya kanjũ yake.

3 It's like the dew of Mount Hermon that falls on Zion's mountains. That is where the Lord gave his blessing of life that lasts forever.

Ningĩ nĩ ta ime rĩa Herimoni rĩkĩgwĩra Kĩrĩma gĩa Zayuni. Nĩgũkorwo kũu nĩkuo Jehova eranĩire kĩrathimo gĩake, nĩkĩo muoyo wa tene na tene.