< Psalms 58 >
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David. Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?
Thaburi ya Daudi Inyuĩ aathani aya-rĩ, ti-itherũ nĩmwaragia maũndũ ma kĩhooto? Nĩmũtuagĩra andũ ciira ũrĩa kwagĩrĩire na kĩhooto?
2 No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.
Aca, ngoro-inĩ cianyu mũthugundaga maũndũ matarĩ ma kĩhooto, na moko manyu mageeka maũndũ ma kũruta haaro gũkũ thĩ.
3 The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
O kuuma gũciarwo andũ arĩa aaganu nĩmahĩtagia njĩra; matũũraga marĩ imaramari kuuma gũciarwo, na maaragia maheeni.
4 Their poison is like the poison of a snake, like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,
Ũrũrũ wao nĩ ta ũrũrũ wa nyoka, ũhaana ta thumu wa nduĩra ĩthingĩte matũ mayo,
5 which doesn’t listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be.
ĩrĩa ĩtangĩigua rwĩmbo rwa mũmĩthuuthĩri, o na angĩkorwo aramĩthuuthĩra arĩ na ũũgĩ mũnene atĩa.
6 Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.
Wee Ngai, unanga magego marĩa marĩ tũnua twao; Wee Jehova, munya mĩthangiri ya mĩrũũthi ĩyo!
7 Let them vanish like water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.
Nĩmabuĩrie o ta maaĩ marĩa mathereraga makabuĩria; rĩrĩa magereka ũta-rĩ, mĩguĩ yao nĩĩkoragwo ĩrĩ mĩtuuhu.
8 Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.
Marotuĩka ta ndinoho ĩrĩa ĩtwekaga o ĩgĩthiiaga, matuĩke ta kĩhuno kĩrĩa gĩtoonaga riũa.
9 Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.
Andũ arĩa aaganu makeeherio narua, gũkĩra ũrĩa nyũngũ cianyu ingĩhiũhio nĩ mwaki wa mĩigua, ĩrĩ mĩigũ kana ĩrĩ mĩũmũ.
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked,
Andũ arĩa athingu nĩmagakena maarĩhĩrio, rĩrĩa magathambia nyarĩrĩ ciao thakame-inĩ ya arĩa aaganu.
11 so that men shall say, “Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous. Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth.”
Hĩndĩ ĩyo andũ nĩmakoiga atĩrĩ, “Ti-itherũ nĩ kũrĩ na irĩhi rĩa arĩa athingu; ti-itherũ nĩ kũrĩ Ngai ũrĩa ũtuagĩra andũ a thĩ ciira.”