Psalms 51
1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba.] Have mercy on me, God, according to your loving kindness. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai-rĩ, njiguĩra tha, kũringana na wendo waku ũrĩa ũtathiraga; kũringana na tha ciaku nyingĩ-rĩ, tharia mahĩtia makwa mathire.
2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity. Cleanse me from my sin.
Thambia mahĩtia makwa mothe, na ũũtherie mehia makwa.
3 For I know my transgressions. My sin is constantly before me.
Nĩgũkorwo nĩnjũũĩ mahĩtia makwa, namo mehia makwa makoragwo mbere yakwa hĩndĩ ciothe.
4 Against you, and you only, have I sinned, and done that which is evil in your sight; that you may be proved right when you speak, and justified when you judge.
Wee nĩwe njĩhĩirie, o Wee wiki, na ngeeka ũndũ mũũru maitho-inĩ maku, nĩguo Wee wonekage ũtarĩ na mahĩtia rĩrĩa ũkwaria, na ũrĩ wa kĩhooto rĩrĩa ũgũtua ciira.
5 Look, I was brought forth in iniquity. In sin my mother conceived me.
Ti-itherũ ndaciarirwo ndĩ mwĩhia; maitũ aagĩire nda ya kũnjiara arĩ o na mehia.
6 Look, you desire truth in the inward parts. You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
Ti-itherũ, Wee wendaga ũhoro wa ma kuuma ngoro thĩinĩ; nĩ ũndũ ũcio ũndutaga kũgĩa na ũũgĩ ngoro-inĩ yakwa.
7 Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean. Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Theria na mũthobi, na nĩngũthera; thaambia, na nĩngwerũha gũkĩra ira.
8 Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
Tũma ngene na njanjamũke; mahĩndĩ marĩa ũthetherete nĩmagĩkene.
9 Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all of my iniquities.
Hitha ũthiũ waku ndũkoone mehia makwa, na ũtharie mahĩtia makwa mothe.
10 Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, nyũmbĩra ngoro theru thĩinĩ wakwa, na ũnjerũhĩrie roho wa kwĩhokeka thĩinĩ wakwa.
11 Do not throw me from your presence, and do not take your holy Spirit from me.
Ndũkanyingate nyume harĩwe, o na kana weherie Roho waku Mũtheru kuuma thĩinĩ wakwa.
12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation. Uphold me with a willing spirit.
Njookeria gĩkeno kĩrĩa kĩa ũhonokio waku, na ũũhe roho wa kũndũũria ngwathĩkagĩra.
13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways. Sinners shall be converted to you.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩngaruta andũ arĩa aremi nĩguo mamenye njĩra ciaku, nao ehia magũcookerere.
14 Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, the God of my salvation. My tongue shall sing aloud of your righteousness.
Wee Ngai, o Wee Ngai ũrĩa ũũhonokagia-rĩ, honokia kuumana na ũiti thakame, naruo rũrĩmĩ rwakwa nĩrũkaina ũhoro wa ũthingu waku.
15 Lord, open my lips. My mouth shall declare your praise.
Wee Mwathani, tumũra mĩromo yakwa, nako kanua gakwa koimbũre ũgooci waku.
16 For you do not delight in sacrifice, or else I would give it. You have no pleasure in burnt offering.
Wee ndũkenagio nĩ kũrutĩrwo igongona, korwo nĩũkenagio nĩrĩo no ngũrutĩre; o na ndũkenagio nĩ magongona ma njino.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. A broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
Magongona marĩa Ngai etĩkagĩra nĩ roho ũrĩa mũthuthĩku; ngoro ĩrĩa thuthĩku na ĩkahera-rĩ, Wee Ngai ndũngĩmĩrega.
18 Do well in your good pleasure to Zion. Build the walls of Jerusalem.
Tũma itũũra rĩa Zayuni rĩgaacĩre nĩ ũndũ wa wega waku; aka thingo cia Jerusalemu rĩngĩ.
19 Then you will delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, in burnt offerings and in whole burnt offerings. Then they will offer bulls on your altar.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩũgakenagĩra magongona ma ũthingu, na maruta ma njino o marĩa macinagwo magathira biũ; ningĩ magongona ma ndegwa nĩmakarutagĩrwo kĩgongona-inĩ gĩaku.
