Psalms 51
1 For the chief musician. A psalm of David; when Nathan the prophet came to him after he had slept with Bathsheba. Have mercy on me, God, because of your covenant faithfulness; for the sake of the multitude of your merciful actions, blot out my transgressions.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai-rĩ, njiguĩra tha, kũringana na wendo waku ũrĩa ũtathiraga; kũringana na tha ciaku nyingĩ-rĩ, tharia mahĩtia makwa mathire.
2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.
Thambia mahĩtia makwa mothe, na ũũtherie mehia makwa.
3 For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.
Nĩgũkorwo nĩnjũũĩ mahĩtia makwa, namo mehia makwa makoragwo mbere yakwa hĩndĩ ciothe.
4 Against you, you only, I have sinned and done what is evil in your sight; you are right when you speak; you are correct when you judge.
Wee nĩwe njĩhĩirie, o Wee wiki, na ngeeka ũndũ mũũru maitho-inĩ maku, nĩguo Wee wonekage ũtarĩ na mahĩtia rĩrĩa ũkwaria, na ũrĩ wa kĩhooto rĩrĩa ũgũtua ciira.
5 See, I was born in iniquity; as soon as my mother conceived me, I was in sin.
Ti-itherũ ndaciarirwo ndĩ mwĩhia; maitũ aagĩire nda ya kũnjiara arĩ o na mehia.
6 See, you desire trustworthiness in my inner self; and you teach me wisdom in the secret place within.
Ti-itherũ, Wee wendaga ũhoro wa ma kuuma ngoro thĩinĩ; nĩ ũndũ ũcio ũndutaga kũgĩa na ũũgĩ ngoro-inĩ yakwa.
7 Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Theria na mũthobi, na nĩngũthera; thaambia, na nĩngwerũha gũkĩra ira.
8 Make me hear joy and gladness so that the bones that you have broken may rejoice.
Tũma ngene na njanjamũke; mahĩndĩ marĩa ũthetherete nĩmagĩkene.
9 Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquities.
Hitha ũthiũ waku ndũkoone mehia makwa, na ũtharie mahĩtia makwa mothe.
10 Create in me a clean heart, God, and renew a right spirit within me.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, nyũmbĩra ngoro theru thĩinĩ wakwa, na ũnjerũhĩrie roho wa kwĩhokeka thĩinĩ wakwa.
11 Do not drive me away from your presence, and do not take your holy Spirit from me.
Ndũkanyingate nyume harĩwe, o na kana weherie Roho waku Mũtheru kuuma thĩinĩ wakwa.
12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and sustain me with a willing spirit.
Njookeria gĩkeno kĩrĩa kĩa ũhonokio waku, na ũũhe roho wa kũndũũria ngwathĩkagĩra.
13 Then will I teach transgressors your ways, and sinners will be converted to you.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩngaruta andũ arĩa aremi nĩguo mamenye njĩra ciaku, nao ehia magũcookerere.
14 Forgive me for shedding blood, God of my salvation, and I will shout for the joy of your righteousness.
Wee Ngai, o Wee Ngai ũrĩa ũũhonokagia-rĩ, honokia kuumana na ũiti thakame, naruo rũrĩmĩ rwakwa nĩrũkaina ũhoro wa ũthingu waku.
15 Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will express your praise.
Wee Mwathani, tumũra mĩromo yakwa, nako kanua gakwa koimbũre ũgooci waku.
16 For you do not delight in sacrifice, or I would give it; you have no pleasure in burnt offerings.
Wee ndũkenagio nĩ kũrutĩrwo igongona, korwo nĩũkenagio nĩrĩo no ngũrutĩre; o na ndũkenagio nĩ magongona ma njino.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. You, God, will not despise a broken and a contrite heart.
Magongona marĩa Ngai etĩkagĩra nĩ roho ũrĩa mũthuthĩku; ngoro ĩrĩa thuthĩku na ĩkahera-rĩ, Wee Ngai ndũngĩmĩrega.
18 Do good in your good pleasure to Zion; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Tũma itũũra rĩa Zayuni rĩgaacĩre nĩ ũndũ wa wega waku; aka thingo cia Jerusalemu rĩngĩ.
19 Then will you delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, in burnt offerings and whole burnt offerings; then our people will offer bulls on your altar.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩũgakenagĩra magongona ma ũthingu, na maruta ma njino o marĩa macinagwo magathira biũ; ningĩ magongona ma ndegwa nĩmakarutagĩrwo kĩgongona-inĩ gĩaku.
