< Thaburi 104 >

1 Gooca Jehova, wee ngoro yakwa. Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, Wee ũrĩ mũnene mũno; wĩhumbĩte riiri na ũkaru.
Bless, O my soul, YHWH! YHWH, my God, You have been very great, You have put on splendor and majesty.
2 Ehumbĩte ũtheri taarĩ nguo; we atambũrũkagia igũrũ taarĩ hema,
Covering Himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,
3 na akaara mĩgamba ya tũnyũmba twake twa ngoroba igũrũ rĩa maaĩ. We atũmaga matu matuĩke ngaari yake ya ita, na agakuuo nĩ mathagu ma rũhuho.
Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
4 Nĩwe ũtũmaga rũhuho rũtuĩke arekio ake, nacio nĩnĩmbĩ cia mwaki agacitua ndungata ciake.
Making His messengers—the winds, His ministers—the flaming fire.
5 We aahaandire thĩ igũrũ rĩa mĩthingi yayo; ndĩrĩ hĩndĩ ĩngĩenyenyeka.
He has founded earth on its bases, It is not moved for all time and forever.
6 Wamĩhumbĩrire na iria rĩrĩa inene taarĩ nguo; maaĩ maikarire makunĩkĩire irĩma.
The abyss! You have covered it as with clothing, Waters stand above hills.
7 No rĩrĩ, wakũũmire maaĩ makĩũra, nacio ngwa ciaku ciagamba magĩĩthara;
They flee from Your rebuke, They hurry away from the voice of Your thunder.
8 magĩtherera igũrũ wa irĩma, magĩikũrũka cianda-inĩ, magĩtherera na kũrĩa watuĩte mathiĩ.
They go up hills—they go down valleys, To a place You have founded for them.
9 Wee nĩwe wekĩrire mũhaka ũrĩa matangĩkĩra; gũtirĩ hĩndĩ magaacooka kũhumbĩra thĩ.
You have set a border, they do not pass over, They do not turn back to cover the earth.
10 We atũmaga ithima ciitĩrĩre maaĩ mĩkuru-inĩ; mathereraga gatagatĩ-inĩ ka irĩma.
He is sending forth fountains in valleys, They go on between hills.
11 Nĩcio iheaga nyamũ ciothe cia gĩthaka maaĩ ma kũnyua; nĩkuo njagĩ cia werũ-inĩ inyootoragĩrwo.
They water every beast of the field, Wild donkeys break their thirst.
12 Nyoni cia rĩera-inĩ ciakaga itara hakuhĩ na maaĩ macio; ciinaga irĩ honge-inĩ cia mĩtĩ.
The bird of the heavens dwells by them, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
13 We aitagĩrĩria irĩma maaĩ moimĩte nyũmba-inĩ ciake iria irĩ igũrũ; thĩ nĩĩiganagwo nĩ maciaro ma wĩra wake.
Watering hills from His upper chambers, The earth is satisfied from the fruit of Your works.
14 We atũmaga nyeki ĩkũre nĩ ũndũ wa kũrĩĩo nĩ mahiũ, na agakũria mĩmera ĩrĩa andũ mahaandaga, tĩĩri-inĩ gũgakiumaga irio:
Causing grass to spring up for livestock, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,
15 ndibei ĩrĩa ĩkenagia ngoro ya mũndũ na maguta ma gũtũma ũthiũ wake ũkenge, o na irio iria ciĩkagĩra ngoro yake hinya.
And wine—it makes the heart of man glad, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread—it supports the heart of man.
16 Mĩtĩ ya Jehova nĩyuragĩrio mbura wega, mĩtarakwa ĩyo ya Lebanoni o ĩrĩa aahaandire.
The trees of YHWH [are] satisfied, Cedars of Lebanon that He has planted,
17 Kũu nĩkuo nyoni ciakaga itara ciacio; nayo njũũ, nyũmba yayo ĩrĩ kũu mĩkarakaba-inĩ.
Where birds make nests, The stork—the firs [are] her house.
18 Irĩma-inĩ iria ndaaya nĩkuo mbũri cia gĩthaka ciikaraga; mĩatũka-inĩ ya mahiga nĩkuo ikami ciĩhithaga.
The high hills [are] for wild goats, rocks [are] a refuge for hyraxes,
19 Mweri nĩguo ũmenyithanagia hĩndĩ ya imera, narĩo riũa nĩrĩmenyaga hĩndĩ yarĩo ya gũthũa.
He made the moon for seasons, The sun has known his place of entrance.
20 Wee nĩwe ũtũmaga kũgĩe nduma, gũgatuĩka ũtukũ, nacio nyamũ ciothe cia gĩthaka ikoimĩra icemeete.
You set darkness, and it is night, Every beast of the forest creeps in it.
21 Mĩrũũthi ĩrĩa mĩĩthĩ ĩraramaga ĩkĩhĩta, na ĩgacaria irio ciayo kuuma harĩ Mũrungu.
The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek their food from God.
22 Riũa rĩrathaga, nayo ĩgeethiĩra; ĩthiiaga ĩgakoma imamo-inĩ ciayo.
The sun rises, they are gathered, And they crouch in their dens.
23 Hĩndĩ ĩyo mũndũ agathiĩ kũruta wĩra wake, agakĩruta wĩra o nginya hwaĩ-inĩ.
Man goes forth to his work, And to his service—until evening.
24 Wee Jehova, kaĩ mawĩra maku nĩ maingĩ-ĩ! Mothe ũmarutĩte na ũũgĩ; nayo thĩ ĩiyũrĩte ciũmbe ciaku.
How many have been Your works, O YHWH, You have made all of them in wisdom, The earth is full of your possessions.
25 Rĩĩrĩa nĩrĩo iria rĩrĩa inene na rĩariĩ, rĩiyũrĩte ciũmbe irĩ muoyo itangĩtarĩka, iria nene na iria nini.
This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There [are] moving things—innumerable, Living creatures—small with great.
26 Marikabu nĩkuo igeragĩra igĩthiĩ na igĩcooka, o na nyamũ ĩrĩa ĩĩtagwo Leviathani, ĩrĩa wombire nĩguo ĩtũũhagĩre kuo.
There ships go—[and] leviathan, That You have formed to play in it.
27 Icio ciothe nĩwe icũthagĩrĩria nĩguo ũcihe irio ciacio hĩndĩ ĩrĩa yagĩrĩire.
All of them look to You, To give their food in its season.
28 Na rĩrĩa wacihe irio, cioyaga ikarĩa; rĩrĩa watambũrũkia guoko gwaku, ũcihũũnagia na indo njega.
You give to them—they gather, You open Your hand—they [are] satisfied [with] good.
29 Rĩrĩa wahitha ũthiũ waku, inyiitagwo nĩ guoya; rĩrĩa weheria mĩhũmũ yacio, ikuuaga igaacooka rũkũngũ-inĩ.
You hide Your face—they are troubled, You gather their spirit—they expire, And they return to their dust.
30 Rĩrĩa watũma Roho waku, ikagĩa kuo, nawe ũkerũhia maũndũ mothe gũkũ thĩ.
You send out Your Spirit, they are created, And You renew the face of the ground.
31 Riiri wa Jehova ũrotũũra nginya tene; Jehova arokenagĩra mawĩra make:
The glory of YHWH is for all time, YHWH rejoices in His works,
32 o we ũcio ũroraga thĩ, nayo ĩkainaina, o we ũhutagia irĩma, nacio ikoima ndogo.
Who is looking to earth, and it trembles, He comes against hills, and they smoke.
33 Ngũtũũra nyinagĩra Jehova matukũ mothe ma muoyo wakwa; ndĩrĩinaga ngĩgoocaga Ngai wakwa hĩndĩ ĩrĩa yothe ngũtũũra muoyo.
I sing to YHWH during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.
34 Jehova arokenio nĩ mecũũrania makwa, rĩrĩa ndĩrĩkenaga nĩ ũndũ wake.
My meditation on Him is sweet, I rejoice in YHWH.
35 No rĩrĩ, ehia maroniinwo kuuma thĩ, na andũ arĩa aaganu mathire biũ. Wee ngoro yakwa, gooca Jehova. Goocai Jehova.
Sinners are consumed from the earth, And the wicked are no more. Bless, O my soul, YHWH. Praise YAH!

< Thaburi 104 >