Psalms 141
1 `The salm `of Dauith. Lord, Y criede to thee, here thou me; yyue thou tent to my vois, whanne Y schal crye to thee.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova, nĩwe ndĩrakaĩra; hiũha ũũke kũrĩ niĩ. Igua mũgambo wakwa ngĩgũkaĩra.
2 Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.
Ihooya rĩakwa rĩroambata mbere yaku ta mũtararĩko wa ũbumba; nakuo kwambararia moko makwa kũrotuĩka ta igongona rĩa hwaĩ-inĩ.
3 Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.
Wee Jehova, iga mũrangĩri kanua-inĩ gakwa, rangagĩra mũrango ũyũ wa mĩromo yakwa.
4 Bowe thou not myn herte in to wordis of malice; to excuse excusingis in synne. With men worchinge wickidnesse; and Y schal not comyne with the chosun men of hem.
Ndũkareke ngoro yakwa ĩguucĩrĩrio ũndũ-inĩ mũũru, ndigatuĩke wa gwĩka ciĩko cia waganu hamwe na andũ arĩa amaramari; Ndũkareke ndĩe irio ciao iria irĩ mũrĩo.
5 A iust man schal repreue me in mersi, and schal blame me; but the oile of a synner make not fat myn heed. For whi and yit my preier is in the wel plesaunt thingis of hem;
Mũndũ mũthingu nĩakĩĩninge: ũndũ ũcio nĩ wa kũnyonia ũtugi; kũndũithia nĩakĩndũithie: ũguo no ta kũnjitĩrĩria maguta mũtwe wakwa. Mũtwe wakwa ndũngĩrega gũitĩrĩrio maguta macio. No rĩrĩ, ihooya rĩakwa nĩ rĩa gũtũũra ndeganĩte na ciĩko cia andũ arĩa meekaga ũũru;
6 for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,
aathani ao magaikio thĩ kuuma igũrũ rĩa rwaro rwa ihiga, nao arĩa aaganu nĩmakamenya atĩ ciugo ciakwa ciarĩ cia ma.
7 for tho weren myyti. As fatnesse is brokun out on the erthe; oure bonys ben scatered niy helle. Lord, Lord, (Sheol h7585)
Nĩmakoiga atĩrĩ, “O ta ũrĩa mũndũ acimbaga mũgũnda na akahũũra hianyũ, no taguo mahĩndĩ maitũ maharaganĩtio mũromo-inĩ wa mbĩrĩra.” (Sheol h7585)
8 for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.
No rĩrĩ, maitho makwa nĩwe macũthĩrĩirie, Wee Mwathani Jehova; nĩ harĩwe njũragĩra; nĩ ũndũ ũcio ndũkareke ngue.
9 Kepe thou me fro the snare which thei ordeyneden to me; and fro the sclaundris of hem that worchen wickidnesse. Synneris schulen falle in the nett therof;
Ngitĩra ndikanyiitwo nĩ mĩtego ĩrĩa nyambĩirwo, ũnjehanĩrĩrie na mĩtego ya andũ arĩa mekaga ũũru.
10 Y am aloone til Y passe.
Andũ acio aaganu maroogwa wabu-inĩ wao ene, no niĩ ngĩhĩtũkage itekuona ũgwati.
