Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, honokia kuuma kũrĩ thũ ciakwa; ngitĩra harĩ arĩa manjũkagĩrĩra.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Honokia kuuma kũrĩ arĩa mekaga ũũru, na ũũhonokie kuuma kũrĩ acio aiti thakame.
3 For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, LORD.
Ta kĩone ũrĩa manjoheirie! Andũ ooru maranjiirĩra manjũkĩrĩre, o na itekĩte ũũru kana ngehia, Wee Jehova.
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Ndirĩ ũndũ mũũru njĩkĩte, no rĩrĩ, nĩmehaarĩirie maatharĩkĩre. Arahũka ũndeithie; wĩonere ũrĩa thĩĩnĩkĩte!
5 You, LORD God of Hosts, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
Wee Jehova, Ngai Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, o Wee Ngai wa Isiraeli, arahũka ũherithie ndũrĩrĩ ciothe; ndũkaiguĩre andũ aaganu tha, o acio makunyanagĩra andũ arĩa angĩ.
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Macookaga hwaĩ-inĩ makĩraramaga ta ngui, makĩũrũraga itũũra-inĩ inene.
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Ta kĩone kĩrĩa marerũka na tũnua twao, nĩ ta marerũka hiũ cia njora kuuma mĩromo-inĩ yao, makooria atĩrĩ, “Nũũ ũngĩtũigua?”
8 But you, LORD, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
No Wee Jehova-rĩ, mathekerere; ndũrĩrĩ icio ciothe nĩũcinyararĩte.
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
Wee Hinya wakwa-rĩ, nowe njũũthĩrĩirie; Wee Ngai-rĩ, nĩwe kĩirigo gĩakwa kĩa hinya, o Wee Ngai wakwa mũnyendi.
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
Ngai nĩegũthiĩ mbere yakwa, na nĩekũnjĩtĩkĩria ngenerere arĩa manjambagia.
11 Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.
No ndũkamoorage, nĩguo andũ akwa matikanariganĩrwo. Nĩ ũndũ wa hinya waku, tũma matũũre morũũraga, nginya ũmatoorie, Wee Mwathani ngo iitũ.
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Nĩ ũndũ wa mehia ma tũnua twao, na nĩ ũndũ wa ciugo cia mĩromo yao, tũma magwatio nĩ mũtego wa mwĩtĩĩo wao. Nĩ ũndũ wa irumi na maheeni marĩa maaragia,
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. (Selah)
maniine na marakara maku, maniine nginya mathire biũ. Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩgũkamenyeka nginya ituri cia thĩ, atĩ Ngai nĩwe wathaga Jakubu.
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Macookaga hwaĩ-inĩ makĩraramaga ta ngui, makĩũrũraga itũũra-inĩ inene.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
Morũũraga magĩcaria irio, na makoigĩrĩria maga kũhũũna.
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
No niĩ-rĩ, ndĩinaga ũhoro wa hinya waku, o rũciinĩ ngaina ũhoro wa wendo waku; nĩgũkorwo Wee nĩwe kĩirigo gĩakwa kĩa hinya, na rĩũrĩro rĩakwa hĩndĩ ya mathĩĩna.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
Wee Hinya wakwa-rĩ, nĩngũkũinĩra ngũgooce; nĩgũkorwo Wee nĩwe kĩirigo gĩakwa kĩa hinya, o Wee Ngai ũrĩa ũnyendete.
