Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova, mũthamaki nĩakeneire hinya waku. Kaĩ gĩkeno kĩa ũhootani kĩrĩa ũmũheaga gĩkĩrĩ kĩnene-ĩ!
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Nĩũmũhingĩirie wendi wa ngoro yake, naguo ũndũ ũrĩa akũhooete na mĩromo yake ndũmũimĩte.
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Wamwamũkĩrire na irathimo nyingĩ, na ũkĩmwĩkĩra thũmbĩ ya thahabu ĩrĩa therie mũtwe.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Aakũhooire atũũre muoyo, nawe ũkĩmũhe muoyo, ũkĩmũhe matukũ maingĩ atũũre nginya tene na tene.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Riiri wake nĩ mũnene nĩ ũndũ wa ũhootani ũrĩa ũmũheete; nĩũmũheete riiri na igweta.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Ti-itherũ nĩũmũrathimĩte na irathimo cia gũtũũra nginya tene, na ũgatũma acanjamũke nĩ gĩkeno gĩa gũikara harĩwe.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Nĩgũkorwo mũthamaki ehokaga Jehova; nĩ ũndũ wa wendo wa Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno ndangĩenyenyeka.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Guoko gwaku nĩgũkanyiita thũ ciaku ciothe; guoko gwaku kwa ũrĩo gũgaakumbata arĩa marĩ muku nawe.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ũkaamoimĩrĩra ũgaatũma mahaane ta icua rĩa mwaki mũnene. Nĩ ũndũ wa mangʼũrĩ make-rĩ, Jehova nĩakamameria, naguo mwaki wake ũmaniine.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Nĩũkaniina njiaro ciao ithire gũkũ thĩ, na ciana cia ciana ciao ũciniine kuuma kũrĩ andũ.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
O na mangĩgagũciirĩra magwĩke ũũru, na mathugunde maũndũ ma waganu, matikahootana,
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
nĩgũkorwo nĩũgatũma mahũndũke moore rĩrĩa makoona ũgeetete ũta waku ũmarathe.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
No gĩtũũgĩre Wee Jehova, nĩ ũndũ wa hinya waku; na ithuĩ nĩtũine na tũgooce hinya waku.
