Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Thaburi ya Daudi Jehova arogoocwo, o we Rwaro rwakwa rwa Ihiga, o we ũmenyithagia moko makwa mũrũĩre wa mbaara, agakĩruta ciara ciakwa kũrũa mbaara.
2 My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.
Nĩwe Ngai ũrĩa ũnyendete, na nĩwe kĩirigo gĩakwa kĩa hinya, o we kĩĩhitho gĩakwa na mũhonokia wakwa, ningĩ nĩwe ngo yakwa, na nĩ harĩ we njũragĩra, o we ũtũmaga andũ a ndũrĩrĩ maathĩke marĩ rungu rwakwa.
3 O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
Wee Jehova, mũndũ akĩrĩ kĩ nĩguo ũmũmenyagĩrĩre, nake mũrũ wa mũndũ akĩrĩ kĩ nĩgeetha ũmũrũmbũyagie?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Mũndũ no ta mĩhũmũ; matukũ make mathiraga na ihenya o ta kĩĩruru.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Wee Jehova, hingũra igũrũ ũikũrũke; hutia irĩma, nĩgeetha irute ndogo.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Henũkia rũheni ũhurunje thũ ciaku; ikia mĩguĩ yaku ũcingatithie.
7 Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
Tambũrũkia guoko gwaku ũrĩ igũrũ; ndeithũra na ũũthare kuuma kũrĩ maaĩ maya maingĩ, ũndute kuuma moko-inĩ ma andũ a kũngĩ
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
arĩa tũnua twao twaragia maheeni, o acio moko mao ma ũrĩo marĩ na wara.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Wee Ngai, nĩngũkũinĩra rwĩmbo rwerũ; ngũkũinĩra na kĩnanda kĩrĩa kĩgeetetwo na nga ikũmi,
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
nyinĩre Ũrĩa ũhootanagĩra athamaki, o we ũhonokagia Daudi ndungata yake harĩ rũhiũ rwa njora rwa ũragani.
11 Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood: —
Ndeithũra na ũũthare, ũndute kuuma moko-inĩ ma andũ a kũngĩ, arĩa tũnua twao twaragia maheeni, o acio moko mao ma ũrĩo marĩ ma wara.
12 That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:
Hĩndĩ ĩyo aanake aitũ magaatuĩka ta mĩmera mĩrore wega wĩthĩ-inĩ wao, nao airĩtu aitũ mahaane ta itugĩ ciacũhĩtio cia kũgemia nyũmba ya ũthamaki.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Makũmbĩ maitũ makaiyũragio irio cia mĩthemba yothe. Ngʼondu ciitũ ikaingĩha ikinye ngiri nyingĩ, cingĩhe ikinye makũmi ma ngiri kũu mĩgũnda-inĩ iitũ;
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
nacio ndegwa ciitũ nĩigakuuaga mĩrigo mĩritũ. Thingo itigakorwo na mĩanya, kana gũtahwo tũtwarwo ũkombo-inĩ, o na gũtigakorwo na kĩrĩro kĩa mĩnyamaro njĩra-inĩ cia matũũra.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Kũrathimwo nĩ andũ arĩa matariĩ ta ũguo; kũrathimwo nĩ andũ arĩa Ngai wao arĩ we Jehova.
