Thaburi 114

1 Rĩrĩa Isiraeli moimire bũrũri wa Misiri, nyũmba ya Jakubu ĩkiuma kũrĩ andũ a rũthiomi rũngĩ-rĩ,

In the going out of Israel from Egypt, The house of Jacob from a strange people,

2 Juda gwatuĩkire handũ ha Ngai haamũre, na Isiraeli gũgĩtuĩka nĩkuo arĩathanaga.

Judah became His sanctuary, Israel his dominion.

3 Iria rĩonire ũguo rĩkĩũra, naruo Rũũĩ rwa Jorodani rũgĩcooka na thuutha;

The sea hath seen, and fleeth, The Jordan turneth backward.

4 Irĩma igĩtũhatũũha ta ndũrũme, natuo tũrĩma tũgĩtũhatũũha ta tũgondu.

The mountains have skipped as rams, Heights as sons of a flock.

5 Kaĩ wonire atĩa, wee iria, nĩguo ũre, nawe Jorodani, tondũ wacookire na thuutha?

What — to thee, O sea, that thou fleest? O Jordan, thou turnest back!

6 Inyuĩ irĩma, muonete kĩ, nĩguo mũtũhatũũhe ta ndũrũme, na inyuĩ tũrĩma, nĩguo mũtũhatũũhe ta tũgondu?

O mountains, ye skip as rams! O heights, as sons of a flock!

7 Wee thĩ, ta kĩinaine ũrĩ mbere ya Mwathani, ũrĩ hau mbere ya Ngai ũcio wa Jakubu,

From before the Lord be afraid, O earth, From before the God of Jacob,

8 o we ũcio wagarũrire rwaro rwa ihiga rũgĩtuĩka karia ka maaĩ, narĩo ihiga rĩũmũ rĩgĩtuĩka ithima cia maaĩ.

He is turning the rock to a pool of waters, The flint to a fountain of waters!