Thaburi 65
1 Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, twetereire gũkũgooca tũrĩ Zayuni; nĩ harĩwe mĩĩhĩtwa iitũ ĩkaahingio.
To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. A Song. It is right for you, O God, to have praise in Zion: to you let the offering be made.
2 Wee ũiguaga mahooya-rĩ, andũ othe marĩũkaga harĩwe.
To you, O hearer of prayer, let the words of all flesh come.
3 Rĩrĩa twahubanĩirio nĩ mehia, Wee nĩwatũrekeire mahĩtia maitũ.
Evils have overcome us: but as for our sins, you will take them away.
4 Kũrathimwo-rĩ, nĩ andũ arĩa ũthuurĩte, na ũkamarehe hakuhĩ matũũrage kũu nja ciaku! Ithuĩ tũrĩiganagĩra nĩ maũndũ mega ma nyũmba yaku, o macio ma hekarũ yaku theru.
Happy is the man of your selection, to whom you give a resting-place in your house; we will be full of the good things out of your holy place.
5 Ũtũcookagĩria ũhoro na ciĩko cia magegania na cia kĩhooto, Wee Ngai Mũhonokia witũ, o Wee nĩwe mwĩhoko wa andũ arĩa marĩ ituri-inĩ ciothe cia thĩ, na arĩa marĩ iria-inĩ kũndũ kũraya mũno,
You will give us an answer in righteousness by great acts of power, O God of our salvation; you who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the far-off lands of the sea;
6 o Wee wombire irĩma na hinya waku, wĩohete ũhoti taarĩ mũcibi,
The God by whose strength the mountains are fixed; who is robed with power:
7 o Wee wahooreririe mũrurumo wa maria, ũkĩhooreria mũrurumo wa ndiihũ ciamo, na ũgĩkiria inegene rĩa ndũrĩrĩ.
Who makes the loud voice of the sea quiet, and puts an end to the sound of its waves.
8 Andũ arĩa matũũraga kũraya nĩmetigagĩra magegania maku; ũtũmaga thĩ yothe ĩkene, kuuma kũrĩa rũciinĩ rũrathaga nginya kũrĩa hwaĩ-inĩ ũthũaga.
Those in the farthest parts of the earth have fear when they see your signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening are glad because of you.
9 Wee nĩwe ũmenyagĩrĩra thĩ na ũkamiurĩria mbura; ũtũmaga ĩgĩe na bũthi mũingĩ. Rũũĩ rwa Ngai rũiyũrĩte maaĩ ma gũkũrĩria andũ irio, nĩgũkorwo ũguo nĩguo wathĩrĩirie gwĩkagwo.
You have given your blessing to the earth, watering it and making it fertile; the river of God is full of water: and having made it ready, you give men grain.
10 Ũiyũragia mĩtaro yakuo maaĩ, na ũkaaragania mĩkũmũkũmũ yakuo; ũmĩororoagia na mbura ya rũthuthuũ, na ũkarathima kĩmera kĩayo.
You make the ploughed lands full of water; you make smooth the slopes: you make the earth soft with showers, sending your blessing on its growth.
11 Mwaka ũwĩkĩrĩte thũmbĩ ya wega waku, namo makaari maku makaiyũrĩrĩra bũthi mũingĩ.
The year is crowned with the good you give; life-giving rain is dropping from your footsteps,
12 Nyeki ya werũ nĩ nduru mũno, natuo tũrĩma tũiyũrĩtwo nĩ gĩkeno.
Falling on the grass of the waste land: and the little hills are glad on every side.
13 Cieni ciyũrĩte ndũũru cia ngʼondu, nacio ituamba ikaiyũra ngano; indo ciothe iroigĩrĩria ikaina nĩ gũkena.
The grass-land is thick with flocks; the valleys are full of grain; they give glad cries and songs of joy.
