Psalms 92
1 A psalm, a song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh and to sing praises to your name, Most High,
Nĩ wega mũno gũcookagĩria Jehova ngaatho o na gũkumagia rĩĩtwa rĩaku na rwĩmbo, Wee Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno,
2 to proclaim your covenant faithfulness in the morning and your truthfulness every night,
nĩ wega mũno kwanagĩrĩra wendo waku o rũciinĩ, o na kwanĩrĩra wĩhokeku waku ũtukũ,
3 with a harp of ten strings and with the melody of the lyre.
tũkĩinagia kĩnanda gĩa kĩnũbi kĩa ndigi ikũmi, o hamwe na kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto kĩrĩa kĩgambi wega.
4 For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your deeds. I will sing for joy because of the deeds of your hands.
Nĩgũkorwo, Wee Jehova, nĩũngenetie nĩ ũndũ wa ciĩko ciaku; nĩngũina ngenete nĩ ũndũ wa wĩra wa moko maku.
5 How great are your deeds, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.
Ĩĩ mawĩra maku matikĩrĩ manene, Wee Jehova, meciiria maku-rĩ, matikĩrĩ marikĩru!
6 A brutish person does not know, nor does a fool understand this:
Mũndũ ũrĩa ũtarĩ ũũgĩ ndangĩmamenya, mũndũ mũkĩĩgu ndangĩkũũrana ũndũ ũyũ,
7 When the wicked sprout like the grass, and even when all the evildoers thrive, still they are doomed to eternal destruction.
atĩ o na arĩa aaganu mangĩkũra ta nyeki, o na arĩa othe mekaga ũũru mangĩgaacĩra, makaaniinwo nginya tene na tene.
8 But you, Yahweh, will reign forever.
No Wee Jehova, ũtũũraga ũtũũgĩrĩtio nginya tene.
9 Indeed, look at your enemies, Yahweh! Indeed, look at your enemies. They will perish! All those who do evil will be scattered.
Nĩgũkorwo thũ ciaku, Wee Jehova, ti-itherũ thũ ciaku nĩigathira; arĩa othe mekaga ũũru nĩmakaharaganio.
10 You have lifted up my horn like the horn of the wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil.
Wee nĩwambararĩtie rũhĩa rwakwa o ta rwa mbogo; ndĩĩmũitĩrĩrie maguta marĩa mega mũno.
11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard of the doom of my evil foes.
Maitho makwa nĩmeyoneire gũtoorio gwa thũ ciakwa; matũ makwa nĩmeiguĩrĩire ũrĩa thũ ciakwa icio njaganu itooretio.
12 The righteous will flourish like the palm tree; they will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
Andũ arĩa athingu marĩtheeremaga o ta mũtĩ wa mũkĩndũ, makũre o ta mũtarakwa wa Lebanoni;
13 They are planted in the house of Yahweh; they flourish in the courts of our God.
mahaandĩtwo kũu nyũmba-inĩ ya Jehova, marĩtheeremaga kũu nja-inĩ cia Ngai witũ.
14 They bear fruit even when they are old; they stay fresh and green,
Magatũũra maciaraga maciaro o na marĩ akũrũ, matũũre marĩ na hinya wa wĩthĩ wao, na marĩ aruru,
15 to proclaim that Yahweh is just. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
maanagĩrĩre, makiugaga atĩrĩ, “Jehova nĩ mũrũngĩrĩru; we nĩwe Rwaro rwakwa rwa Ihiga, na gũtirĩ waganu ũngĩoneka thĩinĩ wake.”
