Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova, kaĩ thũ ciakwa nĩ nyingĩ-ĩ! Andũ arĩa manjũkĩrĩire nĩ aingĩ mũno!
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Aingĩ nĩ arĩa maraaria ũhoro wakwa, makoiga atĩrĩ, “Ngai ndangĩmũhonokia.”
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova nĩwe ngo ya kũngitĩra mĩena yothe; Wee nowe ũũheaga riiri na ũgatũũgĩria mũtwe wakwa.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Ngayagĩra Jehova na mũgambo mũnene, nake akanjĩtĩka arĩ kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩake kĩamũre.
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Niĩ ngomaga na ngoona toro; ngacooka ngokĩra rĩngĩ, tondũ Jehova nĩwe ũndũũragia.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Ndingĩĩtigĩra andũ makũmi ma ngiri, acio mehaarĩirie kũnjũkĩrĩra na mĩena yothe.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Arahũka, Wee Jehova! Wee Ngai wakwa, honokia! Thũ ciakwa ciothe nĩwe ũcigũthĩte thĩa, na ũkoinanga magego ma andũ arĩa aaganu.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Ũhonokio uumaga harĩ Jehova. Irathimo ciaku irotũũra na andũ aku.
