Psalms 40
1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. A Melody. I waited patiently for Yahweh, —And he inclined, unto me, and heard my cry for help;
Thaburi ya Daudi Ndetereire Jehova o ngirĩrĩirie; nake agĩĩthikĩrĩria akĩigua kĩrĩro gĩakwa.
2 So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, —And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:
Nĩ aandutire irima rĩa mũũro, thĩinĩ wa ndoro yarĩ ndenderũ, agĩkinyithia magũrũ makwa igũrũ rĩa rwaro rwa ihiga, na agĩtũma ndĩhaande wega.
3 Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God, —Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh.
Eekĩrire rwĩmbo rwerũ kanua-inĩ gakwa, rwĩmbo rwa kũgoocaga Ngai witũ naruo. Andũ aingĩ marĩonaga ũguo magetigĩra, nao makehoka Jehova.
4 How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood.
Kũrathimwo nĩ mũndũ ũrĩa ũtuĩte atĩ arĩĩhokaga o Jehova, na nderĩgagĩrĩra andũ arĩa etĩĩi, o acio marũmagĩrĩra ngai cia maheeni.
5 Mighty things, hast thou done—Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes towards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee—I would tell, and would speak!—They are too great to rehearse.
Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa-rĩ, magegania marĩa wĩkĩte nĩ maingĩ. Maũndũ marĩa ũtũbangĩire gũtirĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota gũgũtaarĩria; korwo ndaaria heane ũhoro wamo-rĩ, mangĩkorwo marĩ maingĩ mũno kũmoiga.
6 Sacrifice and meal-offering, thou didst not delight in, Ears, didst thou pierce for me, —Ascending-sacrifice and sin-bearer, thou didst not ask:
Wee-rĩ, ti magongona na maruta weriragĩria, no nĩũũheete matũ ma gũkũigua; maruta ma njino na maruta ma kũhoroheria mehia ti mo maakũbatairie.
7 Then, said I—Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;
Ningĩ ngiuga atĩrĩ, “Niĩ ũyũ haha, nĩndooka, o ta ũrĩa kwandĩkĩtwo ũhoro wakwa ibuku-inĩ rĩa gĩkũnjo.
8 To do thy good-pleasure, O my God, is my delight, And, thy law, is in the midst of mine inward parts:
Niĩ ndĩriragĩria gwĩka wendi waku, Wee Ngai wakwa; watho waku ũrĩ ngoro-inĩ yakwa.”
9 I have told the good-tidings of righteousness in a great convocation, Lo! my lips, do I not restrain, O Yahweh, thou, knowest:
Nyanagĩrĩra ũhoro wa ũthingu ndĩ kĩũngano-inĩ kĩnene; o ta ũrĩa ũũĩ, Wee Jehova, niĩ ndihingaga mĩromo yakwa.
10 Thy righteousness, have I not hid in the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and thy salvation, have I spoken, I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness from the great convocation.
Niĩ ndihithagĩrĩra ũthingu waku ngoro-inĩ yakwa; njaragia ũhoro wa wĩhokeku na ũhonokio waku. Wendo waku na ũhoro waku wa ma ndirĩ ndacihitha kĩũngano kĩrĩa kĩnene.
11 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt not restrain thy compassions from me, Thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness, shall continually watch over me.
Wee Jehova-rĩ, ndũkagirĩrĩrie tha ciaku inginyĩrĩre; wendo waku na ũhoro waku wa ma irongitagĩra hĩndĩ ciothe.
12 For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!
Nĩgũkorwo mathĩĩna matangĩtarĩka nĩmandigiicĩirie; mehia makwa nĩmanginyĩrĩire, ngaremwo nĩkuona. Maingĩhĩte gũkĩra njuĩrĩ cia mũtwe wakwa, na ngoro yakwa nĩyũrĩtwo nĩ hinya.
13 Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!
Wee Jehova-rĩ, ĩtĩkĩra kũũhonokia, Wee Jehova-rĩ, ũka narua ũndeithie.
14 Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;
Andũ arĩa othe mendaga kũnjũraga maroconorithio na manyiitwo nĩ kĩrigiicano; arĩa othe mendaga nyanangwo marocooka na thuutha maconokete.
15 Let them be astonished on account of their own shame, who are saying of me, Aha! Aha!
Andũ arĩa maathekagĩrĩra makiugaga atĩrĩ, “Haiya! Haiya!” Maroiyũrwo nĩ ihooru nĩ ũndũ wa thoni ciao.
16 Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, who are seekers of thee. Let them say continually—Yahweh be magnified! who are lovers of thy salvation.
No arĩa makũrongoragia marokena na macanjamũke nĩ ũndũ waku; arĩa mendete ũhonokio waku marotũũra moigaga atĩrĩ, “Jehova arotũgĩrio!”
17 But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, —My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!
No rĩrĩ, niĩ ndĩ mũthĩĩni na mũbatari; Mwathani arondirikana. Wee nĩwe ũteithio wakwa na mũndeithũri; Wee Ngai wakwa-rĩ, hiuha ũkĩndeithie.
