Psalms 80
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Lilies of the Covenant.” A Psalm by Asaph. Hear us, Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph like a flock, you who sit above the cherubim, shine out.
Thaburi ya Asafu Wee Mũrĩithi wa Isiraeli, tũigue, o Wee ũtongoragia Jusufu ta ũrĩa mũrĩithi atongoragia rũũru; Wee ũikarĩire gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene gatagatĩ ka makerubi-rĩ, cangarara
2 Before Ephraim, Benjamin, and Manasseh, stir up your might! Come to save us!
ũrĩ mbere ya Efiraimu, na Benjamini, na Manase. Arahũra ũhoti waku, ũũke ũtũhonokie.
3 Turn us again, God. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, tũma tũgaacĩre rĩngĩ; tũma ũthiũ waku ũtwarĩre, nĩguo tũhonoke.
4 LORD God of Hosts, how long will you be angry against the prayer of your people?
Wee Jehova Ngai mwene hinya wothe, marakara maku megũtooga nginya rĩ ũgĩũkĩrĩra mahooya ma andũ aku?
5 You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.
Nĩũmahũũnĩtie na irio cia maithori; ũtũmĩte manyue maithori maiyũrĩte mbakũri riita.
6 You make us a source of contention to our neighbors. Our enemies laugh among themselves.
Ũtũtuĩte kĩndũ gĩa kũrũagĩrwo nĩ arĩa tũriganĩtie nao, nacio thũ ciitũ igatũnyũrũria.
7 Turn us again, God of Hosts. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.
Wee Ngai-Mwene-Hinya-Wothe-rĩ, tũma tũgaacĩre rĩngĩ; tũma ũthiũ waku ũtwarĩre, nĩguo tũhonoke.
8 You brought a vine out of Egypt. You drove out the nations, and planted it.
Wareehire mũthabibũ kuuma bũrũri wa Misiri; warutũrũrire ndũrĩrĩ ũkĩũhaanda arĩ guo.
9 You cleared the ground for it. It took deep root, and filled the land.
Nĩwaũthereirie mũgũnda, naguo ũkĩgwata, na ũkĩiyũra bũrũri wothe.
10 The mountains were covered with its shadow. Its boughs were like God’s cedars.
Irĩma nĩciahumbĩrirwo nĩ kĩĩruru kĩaguo, nayo mĩtarakwa ĩrĩa mĩnene ĩkĩhumbĩrwo nĩ honge ciaguo.
11 It sent out its branches to the sea, its shoots to the River.
Watambũrũkirie honge ciaguo o nginya Iria-inĩ rĩrĩa Inene, na thuuna ciaguo ũgĩcikinyia o nginya Rũũĩ-inĩ rwa Farati.
12 Why have you broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?
Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũmomore njirigo ciaguo, ũgagĩtũma ehĩtũkĩri othe matuage thabibũ ciaguo?
13 The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it.
Ũrangarangagwo nĩ ngũrwe cia gĩthaka, na ũkarĩĩo nĩ nyamũ cia werũ-inĩ.
14 Turn again, we beg you, God of Hosts. Look down from heaven, and see, and visit this vine,
Wee Ngai Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, tũcookerere! Rora ũrĩ igũrũ wone! Rũmbũiya mũthabibũ ũyũ,
15 the stock which your right hand planted, the branch that you made strong for yourself.
mũri ũrĩa guoko gwaku kwa ũrĩo kwahaandire, mũriũ ũrĩa wee mwene wĩrereire.
16 It’s burned with fire. It’s cut down. They perish at your rebuke.
Mũthabibũ waku nĩũtemetwo, ũgacinwo na mwaki; thũ ciaku irothira nĩ ũndũ wa irũithia rĩaku.
17 Let your hand be on the man of your right hand, on the son of man whom you made strong for yourself.
Guoko gwaku kũroikara na mũndũ ũrĩa ũrĩ guoko-inĩ gwaku kwa ũrĩo, ũcio mũrũ wa mũndũ wĩrereire wee mwene.
18 So we will not turn away from you. Revive us, and we will call on your name.
No ithuĩ-rĩ, tũtigatigana nawe o rĩ; tũrurumũkie na nĩtũrĩkayagĩra rĩĩtwa rĩaku.
19 Turn us again, LORD God of Hosts. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.
Wee Jehova Ngai Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, tũma tũgaacĩre rĩngĩ; tũma ũthiũ waku ũtwarĩre, nĩguo tũhonoke.
