Psalms 56
1 To the Overseer. — 'On the Dumb Dove far off.' — A secret treasure of David, in the Philistines' taking hold of him in Gath. Favour me, O God, for man swallowed me up, All the day fighting he oppresseth me,
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, njiguĩra tha, nĩgũkorwo andũ nĩmaingatanĩte na niĩ mũno; mũthenya wothe mendaga o gũũtharĩkĩra.
2 Mine enemies have swallowed up all the day, For many [are] fighting against me, O most High,
Andũ arĩa manjambagia maingatanaga na niĩ mũthenya wothe; aingĩ nĩ arĩa maraatharĩkĩra na mwĩtĩĩo.
3 The day I am afraid I am confident toward Thee.
Rĩrĩa ndetigĩra-rĩ, nĩwe ndĩrĩhokaga.
4 In God I praise His word, in God I have trusted, I fear not what flesh doth to me.
Nĩ ũndũ wa hinya wa Ngai, nĩndĩrĩgoocaga kiugo gĩake, ndĩhokete o Ngai; ndingĩĩtigĩra. Mũndũ ũrĩ na mwĩrĩ angĩnjĩka atĩa?
5 All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts [are] for evil,
Mũthenya wothe matindaga makĩogomia ciugo ciakwa; hĩndĩ ciothe mathugundaga kũnjĩka ũũru.
6 They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
Manjiiragĩra na makanjoheria, na makarĩithania na mĩthiĩre yakwa, makĩenda kũnjũraga.
7 By iniquity they escape, In anger the peoples put down, O God.
Wee Ngai, ndũkareke mahonoke o na atĩa; ngʼaũrania ndũrĩrĩ na marakara maku.
8 My wandering Thou hast counted, Thou — place Thou my tear in Thy bottle, Are they not in Thy book?
Andĩka ũhoro wa gũcakaya gwakwa; maithori makwa mekĩre cuba-inĩ yaku, githĩ matirĩ maandĩko-inĩ maku?
9 Then turn back do mine enemies in the day I call. This I have known, that God [is] for me.
Rĩrĩa ngaakaya ndeithio thũ ciakwa nĩikahũndũka. Ũndũ ũcio nĩũgatũma menye atĩ Ngai arĩ hamwe na niĩ.
10 In God I praise the word, In Jehovah I praise the word.
Nĩ ũndũ wa hinya wa Ngai, ũrĩa ngoocaga kiugo gĩake, nĩ ũndũ wa hinya wa Jehova, ũrĩa ngoocaga kiugo gĩake,
11 In God I trusted, I fear not what man doth to me,
ndĩhokete o Ngai; ndingĩĩtigĩra. Mũndũ-rĩ, angĩnjĩka atĩa?
12 On me, O God, [are] Thy vows, I repay thank-offerings to Thee.
Wee Ngai, mĩĩhĩtwa ĩrĩa ndĩĩhĩtĩte ndĩ o nayo, nĩndĩrĩkũrutagĩra maruta ma gũgũcookeria ngaatho.
13 For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, Dost Thou not my feet from falling? To walk habitually before God in the light of the living!
Nĩgũkorwo nĩũũhonoketie kuuma gĩkuũ-inĩ, na ũkagirĩrĩria magũrũ makwa kũhĩngwo, nĩguo thiiage mbere ya Ngai ngĩonaga ũtheri ũrĩa wonagwo nĩ arĩa marĩ muoyo.
