Psalms 22
1 For the music director. To the tune “Doe of the Dawn.” A psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far away when I groan, asking for help?
Thaburi ya Daudi Ngai wakwa, Ngai wakwa, ũndiganĩirie nĩkĩ? Ũndaihĩrĩirie ũguo nĩkĩ, ũkaaga kũũhonokia, ũkaraihĩrĩria ciugo cia mũcaayo wakwa?
2 My God, every day I cry out to you, but you don't answer; at night too, but I get no rest.
Wee Ngai wakwa, ngũkayagĩra mũthenya, no ndũnjĩtĩkaga, ngũkayagĩra ũtukũ, na ndingĩkira.
3 Yet you are holy, and the praises of Israel are your throne.
No rĩrĩ, Wee ũrĩ Mũtheru, Wee ũikarĩire gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene; Wee nĩwe ũgoocagwo nĩ Isiraeli.
4 Our forefathers trusted in you; they trusted and you rescued them.
Maithe maitũ nĩwe meehokaga; maakwĩhokire nawe ũkĩmahonokia.
5 They cried out to you for help, and they were saved. They trusted in you and were not defeated.
Maagũkaĩire nao makĩhonokio; maakwĩhokire na matiigana gũconorithio.
6 But I'm a worm, not a man, scorned and despised by everyone.
No niĩ nduĩkĩte o ta kĩgunyũ, no ti ta mũndũ, nganyararwo nĩ andũ na ngamenwo nĩ kĩrĩndĩ.
7 People who see me mock me. They laugh at me and shake their heads, saying,
Andũ arĩa othe maanyonaga nĩmanyũrũragia; makaanuma makĩinainagia mĩtwe, makoiga atĩrĩ:
8 “He trusts in the Lord—well then, let the Lord save him! If the Lord is such a friend, then let the Lord rescue him!”
“Ehokaga Jehova; Jehova nĩakĩmũhatũre. Nĩakĩmũteithũre, nĩgũkorwo nĩakenagio nĩwe.”
9 However, you brought me safely through birth, and led me to trust in you at my mother's breasts.
No rĩrĩ, Wee nĩwe wandutire nda ya maitũ; watũmire ngwĩhoke ndĩ o nyondo-inĩ cia maitũ.
10 I was entrusted to you from birth; from the time I was born you have been my God.
Kuuma ndaaciarwo ndaikirio o harĩwe; kuuma ndoima nda ya maitũ ũkoretwo ũrĩ Mũrungu wakwa.
11 Do not be distant from me, because trouble is close by and no one else can help.
Ndũkandaihĩrĩrie, nĩgũkorwo thĩĩna ũrĩ o hakuhĩ, na gũtirĩ mũndũ o na ũmwe wa kũndeithia.
12 Enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; strong bulls from Bashan have encircled me.
Ndegwa nyingĩ nĩindigicĩirie; thiũrũrũkĩirio nĩ ndegwa irĩ hinya cia Bashani.
13 Like roaring lions tearing at their prey they open their mouths wide against me.
Mĩrũũthi ĩkũrarama, ĩgĩtambuuranga kĩrĩa ĩgwatĩtie, ĩnjathamĩirie tũnua twayo.
14 I feel like I'm being poured out like water. I'm falling apart as if all my bones have become loose. My mind feels like it's wax melting inside me.
Njitĩtwo thĩ ta maaĩ, namo mahĩndĩ makwa mothe nĩmarekanĩtie. Ngoro yakwa yororoete ta mũhũra; ĩtwekete ĩrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa.
15 My strength has dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. You're burying me as if I'm already dead.
Hinya wakwa ũniarĩte ta rũgĩo, naruo rũrĩmĩ rwakwa rũkanyiitana na karakara nĩkũngʼara; ũngometie rũkũngũ-inĩ rwa gĩkuũ.
16 Evil men surround me like a pack of dogs. They have pierced my hands and feet.
Ndĩĩmũrigiicĩrie nĩ magui; ndĩĩmũthiũrũrũkĩrie nĩ gĩkundi kĩa andũ arĩa meekaga ũũru, nĩmatheecangĩte moko na magũrũ makwa.
17 I'm so thin I can count all my bones. People stare at me and gloat.
Mahĩndĩ makwa no hote kũmatara mothe; andũ marandora na makangũũrĩra maitho.
18 They divide my clothing among them; they roll dice for my clothes.
Maragayana nguo ciakwa, nayo kanjũ yakwa makamĩcuukĩra mĩtĩ.
19 But you, Lord, don't be far away from me! You are my strength—hurry, come and help me!
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova, ndũkandaihĩrĩrie mũno; Wee Hinya wakwa, hiũha ũũke ũndeithie.
20 Save me from death by the sword! Save my life—the only one I have—from the dogs!
Teithũra muoyo wakwa kuuma harĩ rũhiũ rwa njora, ũteithũre muoyo wakwa wa goro harĩ hinya wa magui.
21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lion and from the wild bulls!
Thara kuuma kanua-inĩ ka mĩrũũthi; honokia kuuma hĩa-inĩ cia mbogo.
22 I will tell my people all the wonderful things you have done; I will praise you in the congregation.
Nĩngumbũra rĩĩtwa rĩaku kũrĩ ariũ a baba; ndĩrĩkũgoocaga ndĩ kĩũngano-inĩ.
23 Praise the Lord, all who worship him! Honor him, every descendant of Jacob! Be in awe of him, every descendant of Israel!
Inyuĩ andũ aya mwĩtigĩrĩte Jehova, mũgoocei! Inyuothe a njiaro cia Jakubu, mũkumiei, inyuĩ a njiaro cia Isiraeli, mũtĩĩei.
24 For he has not ridiculed or scorned the suffering of the poor; he has not turned away from them, he has listened to their cries for help.
Nĩgũkorwo we ndaamenire kana akĩnyarara gũthĩĩnĩka kwa ũrĩa mũnyamarĩku; ndaahithire ũthiũ wake kuuma kũrĩ we, no nĩathikĩrĩirie kĩrĩro gĩake.
25 You are the subject of my praise in the great assembly. I will fulfill my promises before those who worship you.
Gĩtũmi kĩa ngũgooce ũrĩa ngũgoocaga ndĩ kĩũngano-inĩ kĩnene kiumĩte harĩwe; niĩ nĩndĩrĩhingagia mĩĩhĩtwa yakwa ndĩ mbere ya arĩa magwĩtigĩrĩte.
26 The poor shall eat, and they shall be satisfied. All who come to the Lord will praise him—may you all live forever!
Andũ arĩa athĩĩni marĩrĩĩaga na makahũũna, arĩa marongoragia Jehova, nĩmarĩmũgoocaga; ngoro cianyu irotũũra nginya tene.
27 Everyone in the whole world will repent and return to the Lord; all the nations will worship before you.
Andũ arĩa othe matũũraga ituri ciothe cia thĩ nĩmakaririkana na macookerere Jehova, andũ a nyũmba ciothe cia ndũrĩrĩ nĩmakainamĩrĩra mbere yake,
28 For kingly power belongs to the Lord; he is the one who rules over the nations.
nĩgũkorwo ũthamaki nĩ wa Jehova, na nĩwe wathaga ndũrĩrĩ ciothe.
29 All who prosper come to feast and worship. Bow down before him, all those destined for the grave—for none can keep themselves alive.
Andũ arĩa othe atongu a thĩ makaarĩa na mamũhooe; arĩa othe makuuaga magathikwo nĩmagaturia ndu mbere yake, o acio matangĩhota gwĩtũũria muoyo.
30 Our descendants will serve him; they will tell the next generation about the Lord.
Ciana nĩikamũtungatĩra; nacio nĩikaahe njiarwa iria igooka ũhoro wa Mwathani.
31 They will come and tell those yet to be born how good the Lord is, and all that he has done!
Acio nĩmakahunjia ũthingu wake kũrĩ andũ arĩa magaaciarwo, nĩgũkorwo nĩwe wĩkĩte ũguo.
