Thaburi 30
1 Wee Jehova-rĩ, nĩngũgũtũũgĩria nĩgũkorwo wandutire kũrĩa kũriku, na ũkĩgiria thũ ciakwa ingenerere.
A Psalm of David: dedication-song of the house. I will extol thee, Jehovah; for thou hast delivered me, and hast not made mine enemies to rejoice over me.
2 Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, ndagũkaĩire ũndeithie nawe ũkĩĩhonia.
Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Inĩrai Jehova mũmũgooce, inyuĩ andũ ake aamũre; mũgooce rĩĩtwa rĩu rĩake itheru,
Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness.
5 nĩgũkorwo marakara make nĩ ma kahinda o kanini, no ũtugi wake nĩwagũtũũria mũndũ muoyo; kĩrĩro no kĩraarĩre ũtukũ wothe no rũciinĩ gwakĩa kũrooke gĩkeno.
For a moment [is passed] in his anger, a life in his favour; at even weeping cometh for the night, and at morn there is rejoicing.
6 Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ndagaacĩire, ndoigire atĩrĩ, “Ndirĩ hĩndĩ ngenyenyeka.”
As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Wee Jehova, rĩrĩa wanyonirie ũtugi waku-rĩ, watũmire ndĩhaande o ta kĩrĩma; no rĩrĩa wahithire ũthiũ waku-rĩ, nĩndamakire.
Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
8 Wee Jehova nĩwe ndakaĩire; ngĩthaitha Mwathani anjiguĩre tha:
I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make supplication:
9 “Mwanangĩko wakwa ũngĩkorwo na uumithio ũrĩkũ, ingĩtoonyerera irima-inĩ? Rũkũngũ-rĩ, no rũkũgooce? No rwanĩrĩre wĩhokeku waku?
What profit is there in my blood, in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Wee Jehova, thikĩrĩria na ũnjiguĩre tha; Wee Jehova, tuĩka ũteithio wakwa.”
Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper.
11 Wagarũrire kĩgirĩko gĩakwa gĩgĩtuĩka rwĩmbo rwa gĩkeno; ũkĩnduta nguo yakwa ya ikũnia, ũkĩhumba gĩkeno,
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 nĩgeetha ngoro yakwa ĩkũinĩre na ndĩgakire. Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, ngũtũũra ngũcookagĩria ngaatho nginya tene.
That [my] glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.
