Psalms 64
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. God, please listen to my complaint. Protect me because my enemies scare me.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, igua mũgambo wakwa ngĩkwĩra mateta makwa; gitĩra muoyo wakwa harĩ kwĩhĩtĩrwo nĩ thũ.
2 Shelter me from the plots of the wicked, from this evil mob.
Kĩĩhithe kuuma kũrĩ ndundu ya andũ arĩa aaganu, ũũhithe kuuma kũrĩ inegene rĩa mũingĩ ũrĩa wĩkaga ũũru.
3 What they say cuts like swords; they fire off poisonous words like arrows.
Manooraga nĩmĩ ciao ta hiũ cia njora, na makaaria ciugo njũru itariĩ ta mĩguĩ ĩrĩ ũrũrũ.
4 They shoot from their hiding places at innocent people—doing this without warning, not afraid of being caught.
Mehithagĩra mũndũ ũtehĩtie makamũratha na mĩguĩ; mamũrathaga o rĩmwe mategwĩtigĩra.
5 They encourage one another to do evil, planning how to secretly trap people, telling themselves, “Nobody will notice.”
Momanagĩrĩria magĩthugunda mĩbango mĩũru, meranaga ũrĩa mekũhitha mĩtego yao; mooragia atĩrĩ, “Nũũ ũngĩmĩona?”
6 They plot wicked things. “What a great plan we've created!” they say. There are no limits to the depths to which human minds and thoughts can sink.
Mathugundaga maũndũ matarĩ ma kĩhooto, makoiga atĩrĩ, “Kaĩ nĩtũbangĩte mũbango mwagĩrĩru-ĩ!” Ti-itherũ meciiria ma mũndũ na ngoro yake itingĩtuĩrĩka.
7 But God will shoot them with arrows; all of a sudden they will be wounded.
No rĩrĩ, Ngai nĩekũmaratha na mĩguĩ yake, amathece o rĩmwe.
8 What they themselves say will trip them up; people who see them will mock them, shaking their heads at them.
Akaamarehithĩria mwanangĩko nĩ ũndũ wa ciugo njũru iria maaragia na tũnua twao; andũ arĩa othe makamoona makaamanyũrũria, mamainainĩrie mĩtwe.
9 Then everyone will be frightened. They will say that this is the work of God, and they will think about what he has done.
Andũ othe nĩmagetigĩra; nĩmakaheana ũhoro wa wĩra wa Ngai, na meciirie ũhoro wa maũndũ marĩa ekĩte.
10 Those who are right with the Lord will be happy in him, they will go to him for protection. Those who live right will praise him.
Andũ arĩa athingu nĩmagĩkenere Jehova na moragĩre harĩ we; andũ arĩa othe arũngĩrĩru ngoro nĩmamũgooce!
