Thaburi 108

1 Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, ngoro yakwa nĩĩkindĩirie; nĩkũina ngũina, ngũgooce na rwĩmbo na muoyo wakwa wothe.

A canticle of a psalm for David himself. My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing, and will give praise, with my glory.

2 Arahũka, wee kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto na gĩa kĩnũbi! Ngwarahũka ruoro rũgĩtema.

Arise, my glory; arise, psaltery and harp: I will arise in the morning early.

3 Wee Jehova nĩngũkũgooca, ngũgooce gatagatĩ-inĩ ka ndũrĩrĩ; nĩngũkũinĩra ndĩ gatagatĩ-inĩ ka andũ.

I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing unto thee among the populations.

4 Nĩgũkorwo wendo waku nĩ mũnene, ũkaraiha gũkĩra igũrũ; wĩhokeku waku ũkinyaga o matu-inĩ.

For thy mercy is great above the heavens: and thy truth even unto the clouds.

5 Wee Ngai tũũgĩra, ũtũũgĩrio igũrũ rĩa igũrũ, riiri waku nĩũgĩe igũrũ rĩa thĩ yothe.

Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory over all the earth:

6 Tũhonokie na ũtũteithie na guoko gwaku kwa ũrĩo, nĩguo ũteithũre arĩa wendete.

That thy beloved may be delivered. Save with thy right hand and hear me.

7 Ngai nĩarĩtie arĩ handũ hake harĩa haamũre, akoiga atĩrĩ: “Nĩngatũranga Shekemu ndĩ na gĩkeno kĩingĩ, na thimĩre andũ akwa Gĩtuamba gĩa Sukothu.

God hath spoken in his holiness. I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem and I will mete out the vale of tabernacles.

8 Gileadi nĩ gwakwa, o na Manase no gwakwa; Efiraimu nĩ ngũbia yakwa ya kĩgera, na Juda nĩ mũthĩgi wakwa wa ũthamaki.

Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine and Ephraim the protection of my head. Juda is my king:

9 Moabi nĩ kĩraĩ gĩakwa gĩa gwĩthambĩra, na Edomu nĩho njikagia kĩraatũ gĩakwa; nĩngwanĩrĩra nĩ ũrĩa ndooretie bũrũri wa Filistia.”

Moab the pot of my hope. Over Edom I will stretch out my shoe: the aliens are become my friends.

10 Nũũ ũkũnginyia itũũra rĩrĩa inene rĩirigĩre? Nũũ ũkũndongoria andware Edomu?

Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?

11 Githĩ tiwe, Wee Ngai, o Wee ũtũtiganĩirie, na ũgatiga gũtwarana na mbũtũ ciitũ cia ita?

Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our armies?

12 Tũteithie ũtũhootanĩre harĩ thũ ciitũ, nĩgũkorwo ũteithio wa mũndũ nĩ wa tũhũ.

O grant us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.

13 Ngai arĩ hamwe na ithuĩ nĩtũkũhootana, na nĩakarangĩrĩria thũ ciitũ thĩ.

Through God we shall do mightily: and he will bring our enemies to nothing.