< Psalms 64 >

1 To the choirmaster a psalm of David. Hear O God voice my in complaint my from dread of an enemy you will preserve life my.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, igua mũgambo wakwa ngĩkwĩra mateta makwa; gitĩra muoyo wakwa harĩ kwĩhĩtĩrwo nĩ thũ.
2 You will hide me from [the] secret counsel of evil-doers from [the] unrest of [those who] do wickedness.
Kĩĩhithe kuuma kũrĩ ndundu ya andũ arĩa aaganu, ũũhithe kuuma kũrĩ inegene rĩa mũingĩ ũrĩa wĩkaga ũũru.
3 Who they sharpen like sword tongue their they bend arrow their a word bitter.
Manooraga nĩmĩ ciao ta hiũ cia njora, na makaaria ciugo njũru itariĩ ta mĩguĩ ĩrĩ ũrũrũ.
4 To shoot in secret places [the] blameless suddenly they shoot at him and not they are afraid.
Mehithagĩra mũndũ ũtehĩtie makamũratha na mĩguĩ; mamũrathaga o rĩmwe mategwĩtigĩra.
5 They strengthen for themselves - a matter evil they speak to hide snares they say who? will he see them.
Momanagĩrĩria magĩthugunda mĩbango mĩũru, meranaga ũrĩa mekũhitha mĩtego yao; mooragia atĩrĩ, “Nũũ ũngĩmĩona?”
6 They plot injustice we have finished a plot plotted and [the] inner being of a person and [the] heart [is] deep.
Mathugundaga maũndũ matarĩ ma kĩhooto, makoiga atĩrĩ, “Kaĩ nĩtũbangĩte mũbango mwagĩrĩru-ĩ!” Ti-itherũ meciiria ma mũndũ na ngoro yake itingĩtuĩrĩka.
7 And he shot at them God an arrow suddenly they will be wounds their.
No rĩrĩ, Ngai nĩekũmaratha na mĩguĩ yake, amathece o rĩmwe.
8 And they caused to stumble him [is] on them tongue their they will shudder every [one who] looks on them.
Akaamarehithĩria mwanangĩko nĩ ũndũ wa ciugo njũru iria maaragia na tũnua twao; andũ arĩa othe makamoona makaamanyũrũria, mamainainĩrie mĩtwe.
9 And they were afraid all humankind and they declared [the] deed[s] of God and work his they will consider.
Andũ othe nĩmagetigĩra; nĩmakaheana ũhoro wa wĩra wa Ngai, na meciirie ũhoro wa maũndũ marĩa ekĩte.
10 Let him rejoice [the] righteous in Yahweh and he will take refuge in him and let them boast all [people] upright of heart.
Andũ arĩa athingu nĩmagĩkenere Jehova na moragĩre harĩ we; andũ arĩa othe arũngĩrĩru ngoro nĩmamũgooce!

< Psalms 64 >