Psalms 43

1 God, deme thou me, and departe thou my cause fro a folc not hooli; delyuere thou me fro a wickid man, and gileful.

Nduĩra ciira wakwa, Wee Ngai, na ũnjiirĩrĩre harĩ rũrĩrĩ rũrũ rũtagwĩtĩkĩtie; ndeithũra kuuma kũrĩ andũ aya aaganu na maaragia maheeni.

2 For thou art God, my strengthe; whi hast thou put me abac, and whi go Y soreuful, while the enemy turmentith me?

Wee Ngai nĩwe kĩirigo gĩakwa kĩa hinya. Ũndiganĩirie nĩkĩ? Ingĩthiĩ ngĩcakayaga nĩkĩ nĩ ũndũ wa kũhinyĩrĩirio nĩ thũ?

3 Sende out thi liyt, and thi treuthe; tho ledden me forth, and brouyten in to thin hooli hil, and in to thi tabernaclis.

Tũma ũtheri waku na ũhoro waku wa ma, ũreke indongorie arĩ cio; reke inginyie kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩaku kĩrĩa kĩamũre, o kũu gĩikaro-inĩ gĩaku.

4 And Y schal entre to the auter of God; to God, that gladith my yongthe. God, my God, Y schal knowleche to thee in an harpe; my soule,

Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩngathiĩ kĩgongona-inĩ kĩa Ngai, nginye harĩ Mũrungu, o we gĩkeno gĩakwa, na o we ngenagĩra. Nĩndĩrĩkũgoocaga ngĩhũũraga kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto, Wee Ngai, o Wee Ngai wakwa.

5 whi art thou sory, and whi troblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer, and my God.

Wee ngoro yakwa, ũkĩritũhĩirwo nĩkĩ? Ũrathĩĩnĩka ũguo nĩkĩ ũrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa? Wĩrĩgagĩrĩre o Ngai, nĩgũkorwo no ndĩrĩmũgoocaga, o we Mũhonokia wakwa na Ngai wakwa.