Psalms 57
1 `In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, njiguĩra tha, ũnjiguĩre tha, nĩgũkorwo nĩ harĩwe njũragĩra. Niĩ ngũũrĩra kĩĩruru-inĩ kĩa mathagu maku, o nginya mwanangĩko ũhĩtũke.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
Ngũkaĩra Ngai-Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno, o kũrĩ Mũrungu, ũrĩa ũũhingagĩria maũndũ.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
Atũmaga ũteithio kuuma igũrũ akaahonokia, akarũithia arĩa maahanyũkagia mũno; Ngai agakĩndũmĩra wendani na wĩhokeku wake.
4 and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
Niĩ ndĩ gatagatĩ-inĩ ka mĩrũũthi; ngomete gatagatĩ ka nyamũ ndĩĩani, na nĩo andũ arĩa magego mao mahaana ta matimũ na mĩguĩ, o acio nĩmĩ ciao ihaana ta hiũ cia njora njũgĩ.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
Wee Ngai, tũũgĩra, ũtũũgĩrio igũrũ rĩa igũrũ; riiri waku nĩũgĩe igũrũ rĩa thĩ yothe.
6 Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
Thũ ciakwa nĩciambĩire magũrũ makwa mũtego wa wabu, na niĩ ngĩĩthikĩra nĩ kũnyamarĩka. Cienjete irima njĩra-inĩ yakwa, no nĩcio igũĩte thĩinĩ warĩo.
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
Wee Ngai, ngoro yakwa nĩĩkindĩirie, ngoro yakwa no ĩkindĩirie; nĩkũina ngũina, ngũgooce na rwĩmbo.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Wee muoyo wakwa arahũka! Arahũka wee kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto, o nawe kĩnanda gĩa kĩnũbi! Ngwarahũka ruoro rũgĩtema.
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
Wee Mwathani, nĩngũkũgooca, gatagatĩ-inĩ ka ndũrĩrĩ; nĩngũkũinĩra ngũgooce ndĩ gatagatĩ-inĩ ka andũ.
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
Nĩgũkorwo wendo waku nĩ mũnene, ũgagĩkinya o igũrũ; wĩhokeku waku ũkinyĩte o matu-inĩ.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Wee Ngai, tũũgĩra, ũtũũgĩrio igũrũ rĩa igũrũ; riiri waku nĩũgĩe igũrũ rĩa thĩ yothe.
