Psalms 55
1 For the music director. With stringed instruments. A psalm (maskil) of David. God, please hear my prayer; don't ignore my cry for help!
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, thikĩrĩria ihooya rĩakwa, ndũkaage kũigua ithaithana rĩakwa;
2 Please listen, and give me an answer. I'm terribly troubled by my problems! I'm frantic!
njigua na ũnjĩtĩke. Meciiria makwa nĩmathĩĩnĩtie na ndĩ mũgiĩku
3 For my enemies are screaming at me; the wicked are intimidating me. They rain down suffering on me, angrily assaulting me in their hatred.
nĩ ũndũ wa mũgambo wa thũ, nĩ ũndũ wa gũkũũrĩrwo maitho nĩ andũ arĩa aaganu; tondũ o mandehagĩra o mathĩĩna, na makaanyũrũria marakarĩte.
4 My heart thumps in agony! Terrified, I feel I'm about to die!
Ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ na ruo rũnene thĩinĩ wakwa, nganyiitwo nĩ imakania nene cia gĩkuũ.
5 I'm in a panic, trembling with fear; feelings of horror wash over me.
Guoya na kũinaina nĩcindigiicĩirie; hubanĩirio nĩ kĩmako kĩnene.
6 I tell myself, If only God would give me wings like a dove so I could fly away and be at peace!
Na niĩ ngiuga atĩrĩ, “Hĩ, naarĩ korwo ndĩ na mathagu ta ndutura! Ingĩũmbũka thiĩ ngahurũke,
7 I would fly far away to escape, and stay in the wilderness. (Selah)
ingĩũra thiĩ kũndũ kũraya, ngaikare werũ-inĩ;
8 I would hurry to a place to hide, out of the wind, safe from the raging storm.
ingĩhiũha thiĩ handũ harĩa ingĩĩgitia, kũraihu na rũhuho rũu rũnene na kĩhuhũkanio.”
9 Confuse them, Lord! Muddle what they're saying, for I see violence and conflict in the city.
Wee Mwathani, andũ arĩa aaganu nĩmanyiitwo nĩ kĩrigiicano, ũhĩngĩcanie mĩario yao, nĩgũkorwo itũũra-inĩ inene nyonaga o haaro na ngũĩ.
10 They patrol the city walls day and night, and wickedness and trouble are within the city.
Mũthenya na ũtukũ, andũ acio aaganu macangacangaga thingo-inĩ cia itũũra rĩu; narĩo rĩiyũrĩtwo nĩ rũmena na irumi.
11 The ones causing destruction are inside the city; frauds and cheats are always on the streets.
Thĩinĩ wa itũũra rĩu inene no mwanangĩko ũrĩ kuo; kwĩhĩtanĩra na kũheenania ciyũrĩte njĩra-inĩ ciarĩo.
12 The problem is that it's not an enemy who mocks me—I could stand that. It's not someone who hates me who insults me—I could avoid them.
Korwo nĩ thũ ĩranuma-rĩ, no ngirĩrĩrie; korwo nĩ thũ ĩranjũkĩrĩra-rĩ, no ndĩhithe ndĩkanyone.
13 No, it's you, a man just like me, my best friend who I know so well!
No rĩrĩ, nĩwe mũndũ wa riika rĩakwa, mũthiritũ wakwa, mũrata wakwa ũrĩa twendanĩte mũno,
14 Our friendship was so close. We used to have great talks together as we walked with everyone to the house of God.
o wee twanakenanĩra tũrĩ na ngwatanĩro njega, tũgĩthiĩ hamwe na andũ arĩa angĩ nyũmba-inĩ ya Ngai.
15 May death come quickly to them; may they go down into the grave alive, because evil finds its home in them. (Sheol h7585)
Gĩkuũ kĩrohubanĩria thũ ciakwa o rĩmwe; iroikũrũka mbĩrĩra irĩ muoyo, tondũ ũũru ũkoragwo ngoro-inĩ ciacio. (Sheol h7585)
16 As for me, I cry out to God, and the Lord will save me.
No rĩrĩ, niĩ nĩ Ngai ngayagĩra, nake Jehova nĩahonokagia.
17 I weep and groan morning, noon, and night, and he listens to me.
Hwaĩ-inĩ, na rũciinĩ, o na mĩaraho, ngayaga ndĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ, nake nĩaiguaga mũgambo wakwa.
18 He rescues me, keeping me safe and sound from my attackers, because there are so many against me.
We angũũraga kuuma mbaara-inĩ ĩrĩa ndũithagio, ngoima itagurarĩtio, o na gwakorwo nĩ andũ aingĩ mandũithagia.
19 God who has ruled from the beginning will hear me and answer them. (Selah) For they refuse to change and don't respect God.
Mũrungu ũrĩa ũtũũrĩte aikarĩire gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene nginya tene, nĩekũmaigua na amaherithie, andũ acio matagarũragĩra mĩthiĩre yao, o acio matetigagĩra Ngai.
20 As for my best friend, he attacked his friends who had no quarrel with him; he broke the promises he had made to them.
Mũndũ ũcio tũrĩ thiritũ nake atharĩkagĩra arata ake, na agathũkia kĩrĩkanĩro gĩake.
21 What he says is as smooth as butter, but inside he plans war; his words are as soothing as oil, but they cut like sharp swords.
Mĩario yake ĩnyorokete o ta thiagĩ, no rĩrĩ, mbaara ĩrĩ ngoro-inĩ yake; ciugo ciake ihooranagĩria gũkĩra maguta, no icio nĩ hiũ cia njora irĩ njomore.
22 Throw your burdens onto the Lord and he will take care of you. He will never allow those who live right to fall.
Rekereria Jehova maũndũ marĩa magũtangaga, na nĩegũgũtiirĩrĩra; ndarĩ hĩndĩ akaareka mũndũ ũrĩa mũthingu agwe.
23 But you, God, will bring down murderers and liars, throwing them into the pit of destruction before they have even lived half their lives. As for me, I will trust in you.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Ngai, nĩũkaharũrũkia andũ arĩa aaganu irima-inĩ rĩa ũmaramari; andũ arĩa manyootagĩra thakame na andũ a maheeni matigaakinyia nuthu ya matukũ mao. No niĩ hakwa-rĩ, Wee nĩwe ndĩĩhokete.
