Psalms 92
1 A Psalm, a Song for the sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High:
Nĩ wega mũno gũcookagĩria Jehova ngaatho o na gũkumagia rĩĩtwa rĩaku na rwĩmbo, Wee Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno,
2 To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night,
nĩ wega mũno kwanagĩrĩra wendo waku o rũciinĩ, o na kwanĩrĩra wĩhokeku waku ũtukũ,
3 With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery; with a solemn sound upon the harp.
tũkĩinagia kĩnanda gĩa kĩnũbi kĩa ndigi ikũmi, o hamwe na kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto kĩrĩa kĩgambi wega.
4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
Nĩgũkorwo, Wee Jehova, nĩũngenetie nĩ ũndũ wa ciĩko ciaku; nĩngũina ngenete nĩ ũndũ wa wĩra wa moko maku.
5 How great are thy works, O LORD! thy thoughts are very deep.
Ĩĩ mawĩra maku matikĩrĩ manene, Wee Jehova, meciiria maku-rĩ, matikĩrĩ marikĩru!
6 A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this:
Mũndũ ũrĩa ũtarĩ ũũgĩ ndangĩmamenya, mũndũ mũkĩĩgu ndangĩkũũrana ũndũ ũyũ,
7 When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever:
atĩ o na arĩa aaganu mangĩkũra ta nyeki, o na arĩa othe mekaga ũũru mangĩgaacĩra, makaaniinwo nginya tene na tene.
8 But thou, O LORD, art on high for evermore.
No Wee Jehova, ũtũũraga ũtũũgĩrĩtio nginya tene.
9 For, lo, thine enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
Nĩgũkorwo thũ ciaku, Wee Jehova, ti-itherũ thũ ciaku nĩigathira; arĩa othe mekaga ũũru nĩmakaharaganio.
10 But my horn hast thou exalted like [the horn of] the wild-ox: I am anointed with fresh oil.
Wee nĩwambararĩtie rũhĩa rwakwa o ta rwa mbogo; ndĩĩmũitĩrĩrie maguta marĩa mega mũno.
11 Mine eye also hath seen [my desire] on mine enemies, mine ears have heard [my desire] of the evil-doers that rise up against me.
Maitho makwa nĩmeyoneire gũtoorio gwa thũ ciakwa; matũ makwa nĩmeiguĩrĩire ũrĩa thũ ciakwa icio njaganu itooretio.
12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
Andũ arĩa athingu marĩtheeremaga o ta mũtĩ wa mũkĩndũ, makũre o ta mũtarakwa wa Lebanoni;
13 They that are planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God.
mahaandĩtwo kũu nyũmba-inĩ ya Jehova, marĩtheeremaga kũu nja-inĩ cia Ngai witũ.
14 They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and green:
Magatũũra maciaraga maciaro o na marĩ akũrũ, matũũre marĩ na hinya wa wĩthĩ wao, na marĩ aruru,
15 To shew that the LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
maanagĩrĩre, makiugaga atĩrĩ, “Jehova nĩ mũrũngĩrĩru; we nĩwe Rwaro rwakwa rwa Ihiga, na gũtirĩ waganu ũngĩoneka thĩinĩ wake.”
