Psalms 3
1 `The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone. Lord, whi ben thei multiplied that disturblen me?
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova, kaĩ thũ ciakwa nĩ nyingĩ-ĩ! Andũ arĩa manjũkĩrĩire nĩ aingĩ mũno!
2 many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
Aingĩ nĩ arĩa maraaria ũhoro wakwa, makoiga atĩrĩ, “Ngai ndangĩmũhonokia.”
3 But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova nĩwe ngo ya kũngitĩra mĩena yothe; Wee nowe ũũheaga riiri na ũgatũũgĩria mũtwe wakwa.
4 With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
Ngayagĩra Jehova na mũgambo mũnene, nake akanjĩtĩka arĩ kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩake kĩamũre.
5 I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
Niĩ ngomaga na ngoona toro; ngacooka ngokĩra rĩngĩ, tondũ Jehova nĩwe ũndũũragia.
6 I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
Ndingĩĩtigĩra andũ makũmi ma ngiri, acio mehaarĩirie kũnjũkĩrĩra na mĩena yothe.
7 For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
Arahũka, Wee Jehova! Wee Ngai wakwa, honokia! Thũ ciakwa ciothe nĩwe ũcigũthĩte thĩa, na ũkoinanga magego ma andũ arĩa aaganu.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Ũhonokio uumaga harĩ Jehova. Irathimo ciaku irotũũra na andũ aku.
