< Psalms 108 >

1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, ngoro yakwa nĩĩkindĩirie; nĩkũina ngũina, ngũgooce na rwĩmbo na muoyo wakwa wothe.
2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!
Arahũka, wee kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto na gĩa kĩnũbi! Ngwarahũka ruoro rũgĩtema.
3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.
Wee Jehova nĩngũkũgooca, ngũgooce gatagatĩ-inĩ ka ndũrĩrĩ; nĩngũkũinĩra ndĩ gatagatĩ-inĩ ka andũ.
4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.
Nĩgũkorwo wendo waku nĩ mũnene, ũkaraiha gũkĩra igũrũ; wĩhokeku waku ũkinyaga o matu-inĩ.
5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.
Wee Ngai tũũgĩra, ũtũũgĩrio igũrũ rĩa igũrũ, riiri waku nĩũgĩe igũrũ rĩa thĩ yothe.
6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!
Tũhonokie na ũtũteithie na guoko gwaku kwa ũrĩo, nĩguo ũteithũre arĩa wendete.
7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;
Ngai nĩarĩtie arĩ handũ hake harĩa haamũre, akoiga atĩrĩ: “Nĩngatũranga Shekemu ndĩ na gĩkeno kĩingĩ, na thimĩre andũ akwa Gĩtuamba gĩa Sukothu.
8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;
Gileadi nĩ gwakwa, o na Manase no gwakwa; Efiraimu nĩ ngũbia yakwa ya kĩgera, na Juda nĩ mũthĩgi wakwa wa ũthamaki.
9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.
Moabi nĩ kĩraĩ gĩakwa gĩa gwĩthambĩra, na Edomu nĩho njikagia kĩraatũ gĩakwa; nĩngwanĩrĩra nĩ ũrĩa ndooretie bũrũri wa Filistia.”
10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?
Nũũ ũkũnginyia itũũra rĩrĩa inene rĩirigĩre? Nũũ ũkũndongoria andware Edomu?
11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.
Githĩ tiwe, Wee Ngai, o Wee ũtũtiganĩirie, na ũgatiga gũtwarana na mbũtũ ciitũ cia ita?
12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:
Tũteithie ũtũhootanĩre harĩ thũ ciitũ, nĩgũkorwo ũteithio wa mũndũ nĩ wa tũhũ.
13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.
Ngai arĩ hamwe na ithuĩ nĩtũkũhootana, na nĩakarangĩrĩria thũ ciitũ thĩ.

< Psalms 108 >