Psalms 7
1 Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, nĩngwĩhitha harĩwe; honokia na ũũthare kuuma kũrĩ arĩa othe manyingatithagia,
2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
tondũ waga gwĩka ũguo mekũndembũranga o ta mũrũũthi, o na mandinangie icunjĩ hatarĩ mũndũ ũngĩndeithia.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, ingĩkorwo nĩnjĩkĩte ũndũ ũcio, na ngorwo njĩkĩte ũũru na moko makwa,
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
na ingĩkorwo njĩkĩte mũndũ ũũru ũrĩa ũtarĩ na haaro na niĩ, kana ngatunya thũ yakwa kĩndũ hatarĩ gĩtũmi-rĩ,
5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
hĩndĩ ĩyo kĩreke thũ yakwa ĩnyiingatithie na ĩĩnyiite; tũma ĩrangĩrĩrie muoyo wakwa tĩĩri-inĩ, na ĩtũme ngome rũkũngũ-inĩ.
6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
Arahũka Wee Jehova, marakara-inĩ maku; rũgama ũũkĩrĩre thũ ciakwa na marũrũ. Ũkĩra Wee Ngai wakwa, ũtuanĩre ciira na kĩhooto.
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
Andũ a ndũrĩrĩ arĩa monganĩte nĩmagũthiũrũrũkĩrie. Mathamakĩre ũrĩ kũu igũrũ;
8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
Jehova nĩagĩtuĩre andũ othe ciira. Wee Jehova, nduĩra ciira, kũringana na ũthingu wakwa, na kũringana na ũrũngĩrĩru wakwa, Wee Ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno.
9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
Wee Ngai mũthingu, o Wee ũthuthuuragia meciiria na ngoro, kinyia ũhinya wa andũ arĩa aaganu mũthia, na ũtũme andũ arĩa athingu matũũre na thayũ.
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
Ngai-Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno nĩwe ngo yakwa, ũrĩa ũhonokagia arĩa arũngĩrĩru ngoro.
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
Ngai nĩwe ũtuanagĩra ciira na kĩhooto, nĩ Mũrungu ũrĩa wonanagia marakara make o mũthenya.
12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
Mũndũ angĩaga kũgarũrũka, nĩekũmũnoorera rũhiũ rwake rwa njora; ũta wake nĩaũtungĩte na akaũgeeta.
13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
Nĩahaarĩirie indo ciake cia mbaara cia kũũragana; akahaarĩria mĩguĩ yake ĩkũrĩrĩmbũka mwaki.
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
Mũndũ ũrĩa ũgĩte nda ya waganu, na akooha nda ya thĩĩna, aciaraga maheeni.
15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
Mũndũ ũrĩa wenjaga irima na akarĩthikũria, agũũaga o irima rĩu enjete.
16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
Thĩĩna ũrĩa aambĩrĩirie ũmũcookagĩrĩra we mwene, haaro yake ĩkamũgwĩra mũtwe wake mwene.
17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
Nĩngũcookeria Jehova ngaatho tondũ wa ũthingu wake, na ngooce rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno na rwĩmbo.
