Thaburi 30
1 Wee Jehova-rĩ, nĩngũgũtũũgĩria nĩgũkorwo wandutire kũrĩa kũriku, na ũkĩgiria thũ ciakwa ingenerere.
“A psalm, a song at the dedication of the temple, of David.” I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.
2 Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, ndagũkaĩire ũndeithie nawe ũkĩĩhonia.
O Lord my God, I cried loudly unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Lord, thou hast brought up from the nether world my soul: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Inĩrai Jehova mũmũgooce, inyuĩ andũ ake aamũre; mũgooce rĩĩtwa rĩu rĩake itheru,
Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial 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 his anger is momentary, [but] life is in his favor: in the evening [cometh] weeping to stay for a night, but in the morning, there is joyful song.
6 Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ndagaacĩire, ndoigire atĩrĩ, “Ndirĩ hĩndĩ ngenyenyeka.”
And I had said indeed 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.
Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was terrified.
8 Wee Jehova nĩwe ndakaĩire; ngĩthaitha Mwathani anjiguĩre tha:
Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will 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, when I go down to the grave? Shall the dust thank thee? shall it announce thy truth?
10 Wee Jehova, thikĩrĩria na ũnjiguĩre tha; Wee Jehova, tuĩka ũteithio wakwa.”
Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.
11 Wagarũrire kĩgirĩko gĩakwa gĩgĩtuĩka rwĩmbo rwa gĩkeno; ũkĩnduta nguo yakwa ya ikũnia, ũkĩhumba gĩkeno,
Thou hast changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sack-cloth, and girded me with joy.
12 nĩgeetha ngoro yakwa ĩkũinĩre na ndĩgakire. Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, ngũtũũra ngũcookagĩria ngaatho nginya tene.
To the end that my glorious soul may sing praise to thee, and never be silent. O Lord my God, for ever will I give thanks unto thee.
