Psalms 30

1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; [a Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

Wee Jehova-rĩ, nĩngũgũtũũgĩria nĩgũkorwo wandutire kũrĩa kũriku, na ũkĩgiria thũ ciakwa ingenerere.

2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, ndagũkaĩire ũndeithie nawe ũkĩĩhonia.

3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Wee Jehova, wandutire kuuma mbĩrĩra-inĩ; ũkĩgiria njikũrũke, ndoonye irima. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks to his holy name.

Inĩrai Jehova mũmũgooce, inyuĩ andũ ake aamũre; mũgooce rĩĩtwa rĩu rĩake itheru,

5 For his anger is but for a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.

nĩgũkorwo marakara make nĩ ma kahinda o kanini, no ũtugi wake nĩwagũtũũria mũndũ muoyo; kĩrĩro no kĩraarĩre ũtukũ wothe no rũciinĩ gwakĩa kũrooke gĩkeno.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ndagaacĩire, ndoigire atĩrĩ, “Ndirĩ hĩndĩ ngenyenyeka.”

7 Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

Wee Jehova, rĩrĩa wanyonirie ũtugi waku-rĩ, watũmire ndĩhaande o ta kĩrĩma; no rĩrĩa wahithire ũthiũ waku-rĩ, nĩndamakire.

8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication:

Wee Jehova nĩwe ndakaĩire; ngĩthaitha Mwathani anjiguĩre tha:

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

“Mwanangĩko wakwa ũngĩkorwo na uumithio ũrĩkũ, ingĩtoonyerera irima-inĩ? Rũkũngũ-rĩ, no rũkũgooce? No rwanĩrĩre wĩhokeku waku?

10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

Wee Jehova, thikĩrĩria na ũnjiguĩre tha; Wee Jehova, tuĩka ũteithio wakwa.”

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

Wagarũrire kĩgirĩko gĩakwa gĩgĩtuĩka rwĩmbo rwa gĩkeno; ũkĩnduta nguo yakwa ya ikũnia, ũkĩhumba gĩkeno,

12 To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

nĩgeetha ngoro yakwa ĩkũinĩre na ndĩgakire. Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, ngũtũũra ngũcookagĩria ngaatho nginya tene.