Psalms 11

1 To the victorie of Dauid. I triste in the Lord; hou seien ye to my soule, Passe thou ouere in to an hil, as a sparowe doith?

Thaburi ya Daudi Niĩ njũragĩra harĩ Jehova. Mwahota atĩa kũnjĩĩra atĩrĩ: “Ũmbũka ta nyoni ũũrĩre kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩaku.

2 For lo! synneris han bent a bouwe; thei han maad redi her arowis in an arowe caas; `for to schete in derknesse riytful men in herte.

Ta rora, andũ arĩa aaganu nĩmageetete mota mao, makahagĩka mĩguĩ yao ndigi-inĩ nĩguo mehithĩte nduma-inĩ marathe andũ arĩa atheru ngoro.

3 For thei han distryed, whom thou hast maad perfit; but what dide the riytful man?

Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa mĩthingi ĩraanangwo-rĩ, andũ arĩa athingu mangĩhota gwĩka atĩa?”

4 The Lord is in his hooli temple; he is Lord, his seete is in heuene. Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; hise iyelidis axen the sones of men.

Jehova arĩ thĩinĩ wa hekarũ yake theru; Jehova arĩ gĩtĩ-inĩ gĩake kĩa ũnene kũu igũrũ. Acũthagĩrĩria ariũ a andũ; maitho make nĩmamaroragia.

5 The Lord axith a iust man, and vnfeithful man; but he, that loueth wickidnesse, hatith his soule.

Jehova nĩaroragia andũ arĩa athingu, no andũ arĩa aaganu na arĩa mendete haaro-rĩ, ngoro yake nĩĩmathũire.

6 He schal reyne snaris on `synful men; fier, brymston, and the spirit of tempestis ben the part of the cuppe of hem.

Andũ arĩa aaganu nĩakamoirĩria marakara maraakana na ũbiriti ũgwakana; igai rĩao nĩ rũhuho rũrĩa rũcinaga.

7 For the Lord is riytful, and louede riytfulnessis; his cheer siy equite, `ethir euennesse.

Nĩgũkorwo Jehova nĩ mũthingu, na nĩendete ciira wa kĩhooto; andũ arĩa arũngĩrĩru nĩo marĩonaga ũthiũ wake.