Psalms 3
1 A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova, kaĩ thũ ciakwa nĩ nyingĩ-ĩ! Andũ arĩa manjũkĩrĩire nĩ aingĩ mũno!
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Aingĩ nĩ arĩa maraaria ũhoro wakwa, makoiga atĩrĩ, “Ngai ndangĩmũhonokia.”
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova nĩwe ngo ya kũngitĩra mĩena yothe; Wee nowe ũũheaga riiri na ũgatũũgĩria mũtwe wakwa.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Ngayagĩra Jehova na mũgambo mũnene, nake akanjĩtĩka arĩ kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩake kĩamũre.
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
Niĩ ngomaga na ngoona toro; ngacooka ngokĩra rĩngĩ, tondũ Jehova nĩwe ũndũũragia.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
Ndingĩĩtigĩra andũ makũmi ma ngiri, acio mehaarĩirie kũnjũkĩrĩra na mĩena yothe.
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
Arahũka, Wee Jehova! Wee Ngai wakwa, honokia! Thũ ciakwa ciothe nĩwe ũcigũthĩte thĩa, na ũkoinanga magego ma andũ arĩa aaganu.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Ũhonokio uumaga harĩ Jehova. Irathimo ciaku irotũũra na andũ aku.
