Psalms 139
1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.] YHWH, you have searched me, and you know me.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova-rĩ, nĩũũthuthuurĩtie na ũkaamenya.
2 You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.
Nĩũĩ rĩrĩa njikarĩte thĩ na rĩrĩa njũkĩrĩte ũkamenya meciiria makwa ũrĩ o kũraya.
3 You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
Nĩũũĩ ngiumagara o na ngĩkoma; Wee nĩũũĩ mĩthiĩre yakwa yothe.
4 For there is not a word on my tongue, but, look, YHWH, you know it altogether.
Wee Jehova-rĩ, itanagweta kiugo na rũrĩmĩ rwakwa, Wee nĩũkoragwo ũkĩũĩ biũ.
5 You encircle me behind and in front, and you place your hand upon me.
Nĩũnjirigĩire mbere na thuutha; nĩũnjigĩrĩire guoko gwaku.
6 This knowledge is beyond me. It's lofty. I can't attain it.
Ũmenyo ta ũcio nĩ wa magegania mũno harĩ niĩ, ũrĩ igũrũ mũno ndingĩũkinyĩra.
7 Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
Nĩ kũ ingĩthiĩ njeherere Roho waku? Ingĩũrĩra kũ nyume ũthiũ-inĩ waku?
8 If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, look, you are there. (Sheol h7585)
Ingĩambata thiĩ igũrũ, Wee ũrĩ kuo; ingĩara ũrĩrĩ wakwa kũrĩa kũriku mũno, Wee ũrĩ o kuo. (Sheol h7585)
9 If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Ingĩũmbũka na mathagu ma gũgĩkĩa, ingĩthiĩ gũtũũra mũrĩmo ũrĩa ũngĩ wa iria, kũndũ kũraya mũno,
10 Even there your hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me.
o na kũu guoko gwakwa nokuo kũngĩndongoria, guoko gwaku kwa ũrĩo gũkĩĩnyiite kũnũmĩtie.
11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me; the light around me will be night;"
Ingiuga atĩrĩ, “Ti-itherũ nduma nĩĩkũũhitha, naguo ũtheri ũyũ ũũthiũrũrũkĩirie ũtuĩke ũtukũ,”
12 even the darkness doesn't hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.
o na nduma ndĩrĩ hĩndĩ ĩngĩgũtumanĩra; ũtukũ ũkwara ta mũthenya, nĩgũkorwo nduma kũrĩ we nĩ ta ũtheri.
13 For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
Nĩgũkorwo nĩwe wombire ciĩga ciakwa cia na thĩinĩ; wanyiitithanirie ndĩ o nda ya maitũ.
14 I will give thanks to you, for I am awesomely and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, and my soul knows that very well.
Nĩngũkũgooca nĩ ũndũ mũũmbĩre ũrĩa nyũmbĩtwo naguo nĩ wa kũmakania na wa magegania; ciĩko ciaku nĩ cia magegania, niĩ mwene nĩnjũũĩ ũguo o wega.
15 My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
Mahĩndĩ makwa matiahithĩkĩte harĩwe, rĩrĩa ndoombĩirwo kũrĩa kũhitharu. Rĩrĩa ndanyiitithanagio hamwe ndĩ thĩ kũrĩa kũriku mũno-rĩ,
16 Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.
maitho maku nĩmonaga mwĩrĩ wakwa ũtanombwo biũ. Matukũ mothe marĩa nyamũrĩirwo nĩmandĩkĩtwo ibuku-inĩ rĩaku o na mbere ya ũmwe wamo kũgĩa.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God. How vast is the sum of them.
Hĩ! Ĩ meciiria maku matikĩrĩ ma bata harĩ niĩ, Wee Mũrungu! Kaĩ mũigana wamo nĩ mũnene-ĩ!
18 If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
Ingĩtua kũmatara, no maingĩhe gũkĩra mũthanga. Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ndokĩra, ndĩ o hamwe nawe.
19 If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, naarĩ korwo woraga arĩa aaganu! Njehererai, inyuĩ mũnyootagĩra gũita thakame!
20 For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.
Maaragia ũhoro waku marĩ na meciiria mooru; arĩa magũthũire mahũthagĩra rĩĩtwa rĩaku ũũru.
21 YHWH, do I not hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
Wee Jehova, githĩ ndithũire arĩa magũthũire, na ngamena arĩa magũũkagĩrĩra?
22 I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.
Gũthũũra ndĩmathũire o biũ; ndĩmatuaga thũ ciakwa.
23 Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.
Wee Mũrungu, thuthuuria, ũmenye ngoro yakwa; ngeria ũmenye meciiria makwa.
24 See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way.
Rora wone kana nĩ harĩ mĩthiĩre mĩũru thĩinĩ wakwa, na ũkĩndongorie na njĩra ĩrĩa ya tene na tene.
