Psalms 147
1 Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
Goocai Jehova. Kaĩ nĩ ũndũ mwega kũgooca Ngai witũ na rwĩmbo-ĩ, kaĩ nĩ ũndũ mwega na mwagĩrĩru kũmũgooca-ĩ!
2 Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
Jehova nĩwe wakaga Jerusalemu; nĩwe ũcookagĩrĩria andũ a Isiraeli arĩa matahĩtwo.
3 He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
Nĩwe ũhonagia arĩa athuthĩku ngoro, na akamooha ironda ciao.
4 Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
Nĩwe ũmenyaga mũigana wa njata, na akahe njata o njata rĩĩtwa rĩayo.
5 Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
Mwathani witũ nĩwe mũnene na nĩ arĩ hinya mũingĩ; ũmenyo wake ndũrĩ mũthia.
6 Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
Jehova nĩwe ũtiiragĩrĩra andũ arĩa ahooreri, no arĩa aaganu amatungumanagia thĩ.
7 Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
Inĩrai Jehova mũmũcookerie ngaatho; inĩrai Ngai witũ na kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto.
8 Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
Nĩahumbagĩra igũrũ na matu; nĩwe uuragĩria thĩ mbura, na agatũma nyeki ĩmere tũrĩma-inĩ.
9 Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
Nĩwe ũheaga ngʼombe irio, na akahe tũcui twa mahuru irio rĩrĩa twamũkaĩra.
10 Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
We ndakenagĩra hinya wa mbarathi, o na kana agakenera magũrũ ma mũndũ;
11 Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
Jehova akenagio nĩ andũ arĩa mamwĩtigagĩra, o arĩa maigaga mwĩhoko wao harĩ wendo wake ũrĩa ũtathiraga.
12 Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
Wee Jerusalemu, kumia Jehova; gooca Ngai waku, wee Zayuni,
13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
nĩgũkorwo nĩwe wĩkagĩra mĩgĩĩko ya ihingo ciaku hinya, na akarathima andũ aku arĩa marĩ thĩinĩ waku.
14 Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
Nĩatũmĩte kũgĩe thayũ mĩhaka-inĩ yaku, na agakũhũũnia na ngano ĩrĩa njega mũno.
15 Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
Atũmaga wathani wake ũkinye gũkũ thĩ; kiugo gĩake kĩhanyũkaga narua mũno.
16 Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
Oiragia tharunji ĩhaana ta guoya mwerũ cua, nayo mbaa akamĩhurunja ta mũhu.
17 Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
Mbura ya mbembe amiuragia taarĩ kagoto karoira. Nũũ ũngĩhota gwĩtiiria heho ĩyo yake?
18 He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
Atũmaga kiugo gĩake agatũma itwekũke; ahurutithanagia rũhuho, namo maaĩ magatherera.
19 Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
Nĩaguũrĩtie kiugo gĩake harĩ Jakubu, akaguũrĩria Isiraeli mawatho make na kĩrĩra kĩa watho wake wa kũrũmĩrĩrwo.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
Ndarĩ ekĩra rũrĩrĩ rũngĩ ta ũguo, mawatho macio make ndũrĩrĩ itirĩ ciamamenya. Goocai Jehova.
