Psalms 54

1 To the choirmaster with stringed instruments a poem of David. When came the Ziphites and they said to Saul ¿ not [is] David hiding himself with us. O God by name your save me and by strength your you will vindicate me.

Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, honokia nĩ ũndũ wa rĩĩtwa rĩaku; ndĩhĩria na hinya waku.

2 O God hear prayer my give ear! to [the] words of mouth my.

Wee Ngai, igua ihooya rĩakwa; thikĩrĩria ciugo cia kanua gakwa.

3 For strangers - they have risen up on me and ruthless [people] they have sought life my not they have set God to before themselves (Selah)

Andũ ageni nĩmanjũkĩrĩire; nao andũ matarĩ tha nĩmaracaria muoyo wakwa, o andũ acio matarũmbũyagia Ngai.

4 Here! God [is] a helper of me [the] Lord [is] [those who] sustain life my.

Ti-itherũ Ngai nĩwe ũteithio wakwa; Mwathani nĩwe ũndiiragĩrĩra.

5 (May he bring back *Q(K)*) the evil to enemies my in faithfulness your destroy them.

Cookereria andũ arĩa manjambagia ũũru wao; Wee maniine nĩ ũndũ wa wĩhokeku waku.

6 In voluntariness I will sacrifice to you I will give thanks to name your O Yahweh for [it is] good.

Nĩngũkũrutĩra igongona rĩa kwĩyendera; nĩngũgooca rĩĩtwa rĩaku, Wee Jehova, tondũ nĩ rĩega.

7 For from every trouble he has delivered me and on enemies my it has looked eye my.

Nĩgũkorwo nĩahonoketie mathĩĩna-inĩ makwa mothe, na maitho makwa nĩmeyoneire gũtoorio gwa thũ ciakwa.