Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many [are] they that rise up against me.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova, kaĩ thũ ciakwa nĩ nyingĩ-ĩ! Andũ arĩa manjũkĩrĩire nĩ aingĩ mũno!
2 Many [there be] which say of my soul, [There is] no help for him in God. (Selah)
Aingĩ nĩ arĩa maraaria ũhoro wakwa, makoiga atĩrĩ, “Ngai ndangĩmũhonokia.”
3 But thou, O LORD, [art] a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova nĩwe ngo ya kũngitĩra mĩena yothe; Wee nowe ũũheaga riiri na ũgatũũgĩria mũtwe wakwa.
4 I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Ngayagĩra Jehova na mũgambo mũnene, nake akanjĩtĩka arĩ kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩake kĩamũre.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
Niĩ ngomaga na ngoona toro; ngacooka ngokĩra rĩngĩ, tondũ Jehova nĩwe ũndũũragia.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set [themselves] against me round about.
Ndingĩĩtigĩra andũ makũmi ma ngiri, acio mehaarĩirie kũnjũkĩrĩra na mĩena yothe.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies [upon] the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Arahũka, Wee Jehova! Wee Ngai wakwa, honokia! Thũ ciakwa ciothe nĩwe ũcigũthĩte thĩa, na ũkoinanga magego ma andũ arĩa aaganu.
8 Salvation [belongeth] unto the LORD: thy blessing [is] upon thy people. (Selah)
Ũhonokio uumaga harĩ Jehova. Irathimo ciaku irotũũra na andũ aku.
