Thaburi 12

1 Thaburi ya Daudi Jehova, tũteithie, nĩgũkorwo andũ arĩa etigĩri Ngai nĩmaniinĩtwo; andũ arĩa ehokeku nĩmathirĩte makoima gatagatĩ-inĩ ka andũ.

Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.

2 O mũndũ aheenagia mũndũ wa itũũra rĩake; mĩromo yao ya ũhinga yaragia maheeni.

They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.

3 Jehova aroeheria mĩromo yothe ya ũhinga, o na nĩmĩ ciothe iria ciaragia na mwĩgaatho,

May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.

4 iria ciugaga atĩrĩ, “Tũkũhootana nĩ ũndũ wa nĩmĩ ciitũ; mĩromo ĩno tũrĩ nayo nĩ iitũ; mwathi witũ akĩrĩ ũ?”

They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”

5 “Tondũ wa kũhinyĩrĩrio kwa andũ arĩa matarĩ hinya, na gũcaaya kwa arĩa abatari-rĩ, rĩu nĩngwarahũka,” ũguo nĩguo Jehova ekuuga. “Nĩngũmagitĩra kuuma kũrĩ andũ arĩa mamacambagia.”

Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.

6 Nacio ciugo cia Jehova itirĩ mahĩtia, ihaana ta betha ĩthereirio kĩrugutĩro-inĩ kĩa rĩũmba, ĩtheretio maita mũgwanja.

The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

7 Wee Jehova nĩũrĩtũmenyagĩrĩra wega, na ũtũgitagĩre kuuma kũrĩ andũ ta acio nginya tene.

You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.

8 Andũ arĩa aaganu macangacangaga marĩ na mwĩtĩĩo, rĩrĩa ũndũ ũrĩa mũũru ũragathĩrĩrio nĩ andũ.

The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.