Psalms 75

1 Unto you, O God, do we give thanks, unto you do we give thanks: for that your name is near your wondrous works declare.

Thaburi ya Asafu Wee Ngai, nĩtwagũcookeria ngaatho, twagũcookeria ngaatho, nĩgũkorwo Rĩĩtwa rĩaku rĩrĩ hakuhĩ; andũ maheanaga ũhoro wa ciĩko ciaku cia magegania.

2 When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly.

Uugaga atĩrĩ, “Nĩ niĩ thuuraga hĩndĩ ĩrĩa njagĩrĩru; nĩ niĩ nduanagĩra ciira na kĩhooto.

3 The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. (Selah)

Rĩrĩa thĩ na andũ ayo othe maathingitha, nĩ niĩ nyiitagĩrĩra itugĩ ciayo ngacirũmia.

4 I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:

Andũ arĩa etĩĩi ngũmeera atĩrĩ, ‘Mũtigacooke kwĩraha,’ na arĩa aaganu ngameera atĩrĩ, ‘Mũtikambararie hĩa cianyu.

5 Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck.

Tigai kwambararia hĩa cianyu na igũrũ, mũtige kwaria mũũmĩtie ngingo.’”

6 For promotion comes neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.

Nĩ ũndũ-rĩ, ũhoro wa gũtũũgĩria mũndũ nduumaga na irathĩro kana ithũĩro, o na kana kuuma werũ-inĩ.

7 But God is the judge: he puts down one, and sets up another.

No rĩrĩ, nĩ Ngai ũtuanagĩra ciira: Anyiihagia mũndũ ũmwe, na agatũũgĩria ũrĩa ũngĩ.

8 For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he pours out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.

Jehova anyiitĩte gĩkombe kĩiyũrĩte ndibei ĩrĩ na mũhũũyũ, ĩtukanĩtio na mahuti manungi wega; amĩonoragia, nao andũ othe aaganu a thĩ makamĩnyua, makainĩkĩrĩra nginya itata rĩa mũthia.

9 But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

No niĩ-rĩ, nĩngumbũra ũhoro ũyũ nginya tene; ndĩrĩinaga ũgooci kũrĩ Ngai wa Jakubu.

10 All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.

Nĩngarenga hĩa cia andũ arĩa othe aaganu, no hĩa cia arĩa athingu nĩikambarario.