< Thaburi 12 >

1 Thaburi ya Daudi Jehova, tũteithie, nĩgũkorwo andũ arĩa etigĩri Ngai nĩmaniinĩtwo; andũ arĩa ehokeku nĩmathirĩte makoima gatagatĩ-inĩ ka andũ.
To the Chief Musician. On the Octave. A Melody of David. O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.
2 O mũndũ aheenagia mũndũ wa itũũra rĩake; mĩromo yao ya ũhinga yaragia maheeni.
Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour, —with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.
3 Jehova aroeheria mĩromo yothe ya ũhinga, o na nĩmĩ ciothe iria ciaragia na mwĩgaatho,
May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, —the tongue that speaketh swelling words;
4 iria ciugaga atĩrĩ, “Tũkũhootana nĩ ũndũ wa nĩmĩ ciitũ; mĩromo ĩno tũrĩ nayo nĩ iitũ; mwathi witũ akĩrĩ ũ?”
Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?
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 violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say, —I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!
6 Nacio ciugo cia Jehova itirĩ mahĩtia, ihaana ta betha ĩthereirio kĩrugutĩro-inĩ kĩa rĩũmba, ĩtheretio maita mũgwanja.
The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!
7 Wee Jehova nĩũrĩtũmenyagĩrĩra wega, na ũtũgitagĩre kuuma kũrĩ andũ ta acio nginya tene.
Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them, —Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.
8 Andũ arĩa aaganu macangacangaga marĩ na mwĩtĩĩo, rĩrĩa ũndũ ũrĩa mũũru ũragathĩrĩrio nĩ andũ.
On every side, the lawless, march about, —when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.

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