Thaburi 60
1 Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai nĩũtũtiganĩirie na ũgatũharagania; ũkoretwo ũtũrakarĩire, no rĩu tũcookerere!
For the leader. On shushan eduth. A michtam of David (for teaching), when he fought with Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, and Joab returned and defeated twelve thousand Edomites in the Valley of Salt. O God, you have spurned and broken us, routing us in your wrath – restore us!
2 Nĩũthingithĩtie bũrũri na ũkawatũra; thinga mĩatũka yaguo, nĩgũkorwo nĩũrenyenya.
You have shaken the land and cleft it; heal its tottering breaches.
3 Nĩũtũmĩte andũ aku makorwo na mahinda maritũ; ũmanyuithĩtie ndibei magathiĩ magĩtũgũũgaga.
You have made your people drink hardship, and given us wine of reeling.
4 No rĩrĩ, andũ arĩa magwĩtigĩrĩte-rĩ, nĩũmahaicĩirie bendera, nĩguo metharagĩre harĩ yo mona arĩa mamarathaga na ũta.
You have given those who fear you a banner, a rallying-place from the bow, (Selah)
5 Tũhonokie na ũtũteithie na guoko gwaku kwa ũrĩo, nĩguo arĩa wendete mahonoke.
for the rescue of your beloved. Save by your right hand and answer us.
6 Ngai nĩarĩtie arĩ handũ hake harĩa haamũre, akoiga atĩrĩ: “Nĩngatũranga Shekemu ndĩ na gĩkeno kĩingĩ, na thimĩre andũ akwa Gĩtuamba gĩa Sukothu.
God did solemnly swear: “As victor will I divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.
7 Gileadi nĩ gwakwa, o na Manase no gwakwa; Efiraimu nĩ ngũbia yakwa ya kĩgera, na Juda nĩ rũthanju rwakwa rwa ũthamaki.
Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, Ephraim is the defence of my head, Judah my sceptre of rule,
8 Moabi nĩ kĩraĩ gĩakwa gĩa gwĩthambĩra, na Edomu nĩho njikagia kĩraatũ gĩakwa; nyanagĩrĩra nĩ ũrĩa ndooretie bũrũri wa Filistia.”
Moab the pot that I wash in, Edom – I cast my shoe over it, I shout o’er Philistia in triumph.”
9 Nũũ ũkũnginyia itũũra rĩrĩa inene rĩirigĩre? Nũũ ũkũndongoria andware Edomu?
O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!
10 Githĩ tiwe, Wee Ngai, o Wee ũtũregete, na ũgatiga gũtwarana na mbũtũ ciitũ cia ita?
Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.
11 Tũteithie, ũtũhootanĩre harĩ thũ ciitũ, nĩgũkorwo ũteithio wa mũndũ nĩ wa tũhũ.
Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.
12 Ngai arĩ hamwe na ithuĩ nĩtũkũhootana, na nĩakarangĩrĩria thũ ciitũ thĩ.
With God we shall yet do bravely: he himself will tread down our foes.
