Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—
Thaburi ya Daudi Jehova arogoocwo, o we Rwaro rwakwa rwa Ihiga, o we ũmenyithagia moko makwa mũrũĩre wa mbaara, agakĩruta ciara ciakwa kũrũa mbaara.
2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
Nĩwe Ngai ũrĩa ũnyendete, na nĩwe kĩirigo gĩakwa kĩa hinya, o we kĩĩhitho gĩakwa na mũhonokia wakwa, ningĩ nĩwe ngo yakwa, na nĩ harĩ we njũragĩra, o we ũtũmaga andũ a ndũrĩrĩ maathĩke marĩ rungu rwakwa.
3 LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
Wee Jehova, mũndũ akĩrĩ kĩ nĩguo ũmũmenyagĩrĩre, nake mũrũ wa mũndũ akĩrĩ kĩ nĩgeetha ũmũrũmbũyagie?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Mũndũ no ta mĩhũmũ; matukũ make mathiraga na ihenya o ta kĩĩruru.
5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Wee Jehova, hingũra igũrũ ũikũrũke; hutia irĩma, nĩgeetha irute ndogo.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Henũkia rũheni ũhurunje thũ ciaku; ikia mĩguĩ yaku ũcingatithie.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
Tambũrũkia guoko gwaku ũrĩ igũrũ; ndeithũra na ũũthare kuuma kũrĩ maaĩ maya maingĩ, ũndute kuuma moko-inĩ ma andũ a kũngĩ
8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
arĩa tũnua twao twaragia maheeni, o acio moko mao ma ũrĩo marĩ na wara.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
Wee Ngai, nĩngũkũinĩra rwĩmbo rwerũ; ngũkũinĩra na kĩnanda kĩrĩa kĩgeetetwo na nga ikũmi,
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
nyinĩre Ũrĩa ũhootanagĩra athamaki, o we ũhonokagia Daudi ndungata yake harĩ rũhiũ rwa njora rwa ũragani.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Ndeithũra na ũũthare, ũndute kuuma moko-inĩ ma andũ a kũngĩ, arĩa tũnua twao twaragia maheeni, o acio moko mao ma ũrĩo marĩ ma wara.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo aanake aitũ magaatuĩka ta mĩmera mĩrore wega wĩthĩ-inĩ wao, nao airĩtu aitũ mahaane ta itugĩ ciacũhĩtio cia kũgemia nyũmba ya ũthamaki.
13 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Makũmbĩ maitũ makaiyũragio irio cia mĩthemba yothe. Ngʼondu ciitũ ikaingĩha ikinye ngiri nyingĩ, cingĩhe ikinye makũmi ma ngiri kũu mĩgũnda-inĩ iitũ;
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
nacio ndegwa ciitũ nĩigakuuaga mĩrigo mĩritũ. Thingo itigakorwo na mĩanya, kana gũtahwo tũtwarwo ũkombo-inĩ, o na gũtigakorwo na kĩrĩro kĩa mĩnyamaro njĩra-inĩ cia matũũra.
15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.
Kũrathimwo nĩ andũ arĩa matariĩ ta ũguo; kũrathimwo nĩ andũ arĩa Ngai wao arĩ we Jehova.
