< Thaburi 6 >
1 Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Jehova, ndũkandũithie ũrĩ na marakara, o na kana ũũherithie ũrĩ na mangʼũrĩ.
For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
2 Jehova, njiguĩra tha, nĩgũkorwo nĩthirĩtwo nĩ hinya; Wee Jehova honia, nĩgũkorwo mahĩndĩ makwa marĩ na ruo rũnene.
Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3 O nayo ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ na ruo rũnene. Nĩ nginya rĩ, Wee Jehova, nĩ nginya rĩ?
My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?
4 Wee Jehova, cooka, ũka ũũthare; honokia tondũ wa wendo waku ũrĩa ũtathiraga.
Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
5 Gũtirĩ mũndũ ũngĩkũririkana arĩ mũkuũ. Nũũ ũkũgoocaga arĩ thĩinĩ wa mbĩrĩra? (Sheol )
For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol )
6 Niĩ ndĩ mũnogu mũno nĩ ũndũ wa gũcaaya; ũtukũ wothe njihũgagia ũrĩrĩ wakwa na kĩrĩro, na ngaconjoria gĩtĩ gĩakwa na maithori.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
7 Maitho makwa matirona wega nĩ ũndũ wa ihooru; nĩmaroora nĩ ũndũ wa thũ ciakwa ciothe.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
8 Njehererai inyuĩ arĩa othe mwĩkaga ũũru, nĩgũkorwo Jehova nĩaiguĩte kĩrĩro gĩakwa.
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
9 Jehova nĩaiguĩte ngĩmũthaitha anjiguĩre tha; Jehova nĩetĩkĩrĩte ihooya rĩakwa.
Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.
10 Thũ ciakwa ciothe nĩigaconoka na imake; igaacooka na thuutha o rĩmwe iconokete.
May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.