Psalms 75
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm by Asaph. A song. We give thanks to you, God. We give thanks, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works.
Thaburi ya Asafu Wee Ngai, nĩtwagũcookeria ngaatho, twagũcookeria ngaatho, nĩgũkorwo Rĩĩtwa rĩaku rĩrĩ hakuhĩ; andũ maheanaga ũhoro wa ciĩko ciaku cia magegania.
2 When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly.
Uugaga atĩrĩ, “Nĩ niĩ thuuraga hĩndĩ ĩrĩa njagĩrĩru; nĩ niĩ nduanagĩra ciira na kĩhooto.
3 The earth and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars. (Selah)
Rĩrĩa thĩ na andũ ayo othe maathingitha, nĩ niĩ nyiitagĩrĩra itugĩ ciayo ngacirũmia.
4 I said to the arrogant, “Don’t boast!” I said to the wicked, “Don’t lift up the horn.
Andũ arĩa etĩĩi ngũmeera atĩrĩ, ‘Mũtigacooke kwĩraha,’ na arĩa aaganu ngameera atĩrĩ, ‘Mũtikambararie hĩa cianyu.
5 Don’t lift up your horn on high. Don’t speak with a stiff neck.”
Tigai kwambararia hĩa cianyu na igũrũ, mũtige kwaria mũũmĩtie ngingo.’”
6 For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, comes exaltation.
Nĩ ũndũ-rĩ, ũhoro wa gũtũũgĩria mũndũ nduumaga na irathĩro kana ithũĩro, o na kana kuuma werũ-inĩ.
7 But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another.
No rĩrĩ, nĩ Ngai ũtuanagĩra ciira: Anyiihagia mũndũ ũmwe, na agatũũgĩria ũrĩa ũngĩ.
8 For in the LORD’s hand there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.
Jehova anyiitĩte gĩkombe kĩiyũrĩte ndibei ĩrĩ na mũhũũyũ, ĩtukanĩtio na mahuti manungi wega; amĩonoragia, nao andũ othe aaganu a thĩ makamĩnyua, makainĩkĩrĩra nginya itata rĩa mũthia.
9 But I will declare this forever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
No niĩ-rĩ, nĩngumbũra ũhoro ũyũ nginya tene; ndĩrĩinaga ũgooci kũrĩ Ngai wa Jakubu.
10 I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.
Nĩngarenga hĩa cia andũ arĩa othe aaganu, no hĩa cia arĩa athingu nĩikambarario.
