Psalms 62
1 To the victorie on Iditum, the salm of Dauid. Whether my soule schal not be suget to God; for myn heelthe is of hym.
Thaburi ya Daudi Ngoro yakwa yetagĩrĩra Ngai o we wiki; ũhonokio wakwa uumaga harĩ we.
2 For whi he is bothe my God, and myn heelthe; my `taker vp, Y schal no more be moued.
O we wiki nĩwe rwaro rwakwa rwa ihiga na ũhonokio wakwa; nĩwe kĩirigo gĩakwa kĩa hinya, ndirĩ hĩndĩ ngenyenyeka.
3 Hou longe fallen ye on a man? alle ye sleen; as to a wal bowid, and a wal of stoon with out morter cast doun.
Nĩ nginya rĩ mũgũtũũra mũtharĩkagĩra mũndũ? Mwamũũraga inyuothe, taarĩ rũthingo rũinamu kana rũirigo rũrenda kũgũa?
4 Netheles thei thouyten to putte awei my prijs, Y ran in thirst; with her mouth thei blessiden, and in her herte thei cursiden.
Nĩmatuĩte itua mamweherie ũnene-inĩ wake; makenagio nĩ maheeni. Marathimanaga na tũnua twao, no ngoro-inĩ ciao makarumana.
5 Netheles, my soule, be thou suget to God; for my pacience is of hym.
Wee ngoro yakwa, etha ũhurũko harĩ Ngai o we wiki, kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro gĩakwa kĩrĩ harĩ we.
6 For he is my God, and my saueour; myn helpere, Y schal not passe out.
O we wiki nĩwe rwaro rwakwa rwa ihiga na ũhonokio wakwa; nĩwe kĩirigo gĩakwa kĩa hinya ndirĩ hĩndĩ ngenyenyeka.
7 Myn helthe, and my glorie is in God; God is the yyuer of myn help, and myn hope is in God.
Ũhonokio wakwa na gĩtĩĩo gĩakwa ciumaga kũrĩ Ngai; nĩwe rwaro rwakwa rwa ihiga rũrĩ hinya, na rĩũrĩro rĩakwa.
8 Al the gaderyng togidere of the puple, hope ye in God, schede ye out youre hertis bifore hym; God is oure helpere with outen ende.
Inyuĩ andũ aya, mwĩhokagei o we hĩndĩ ciothe; itũrũragai ngoro cianyu harĩ we, nĩgũkorwo Ngai nĩwe rĩũrĩro riitũ.
9 Netheles the sones of men ben veyne; the sones of men ben liers in balauncis, that thei disseyue of vanytee in to the same thing.
Andũ arĩa matarĩ igweta no mĩhũmũ tu, na arĩa marĩ igweta no maheeni tu; mangĩthimwo na ratiri-rĩ, o no kĩndũ gĩa tũhũ; othe marĩ hamwe no mĩhũmũ mĩtheri.
10 Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto.
Mũtikehoke ũtunyani kana mwĩtĩĩe na indo cia kũiya; o na ũtonga wanyu ũngĩingĩha-rĩ, mũtikawĩhoke.
11 God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee;
Harĩ ũndũ ũmwe Ngai oigĩte, o na nĩ maũndũ meerĩ njiguĩte: atĩ Wee Ngai, nĩ ũrĩ hinya,
12 for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.
na atĩ Wee Mwathani, ũrĩ mwendani. Ti-itherũ nĩũkarĩha o mũndũ kũringana na wĩra wake.
