Thaburi 65
1 Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, twetereire gũkũgooca tũrĩ Zayuni; nĩ harĩwe mĩĩhĩtwa iitũ ĩkaahingio.
For the music director. A psalm of David. A song. God, you deserve to be praised, and in Zion we will keep our promises to you.
2 Wee ũiguaga mahooya-rĩ, andũ othe marĩũkaga harĩwe.
You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
3 Rĩrĩa twahubanĩirio nĩ mehia, Wee nĩwatũrekeire mahĩtia maitũ.
Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
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 are those you choose to keep close to you, those who live in your courts! We are delighted with the blessings we receive in your house, your holy Temple!
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,
In your goodness you answer us through the wonderful things you do, God of our salvation. You can be trusted by everyone on earth, including those sailing distant oceans.
6 o Wee wombire irĩma na hinya waku, wĩohete ũhoti taarĩ mũcibi,
You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
7 o Wee wahooreririe mũrurumo wa maria, ũkĩhooreria mũrurumo wa ndiihũ ciamo, na ũgĩkiria inegene rĩa ndũrĩrĩ.
You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
8 Andũ arĩa matũũraga kũraya nĩmetigagĩra magegania maku; ũtũmaga thĩ yothe ĩkene, kuuma kũrĩa rũciinĩ rũrathaga nginya kũrĩa hwaĩ-inĩ ũthũaga.
Everyone, even those in distant lands, are amazed by the wonderful things you do, from the east to the west they sing for joy.
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 care for the earth and water it; you make it very productive. God, your river is full of water to grow the grain—this is what you have planned.
10 Ũiyũragia mĩtaro yakuo maaĩ, na ũkaaragania mĩkũmũkũmũ yakuo; ũmĩororoagia na mbura ya rũthuthuũ, na ũkarathima kĩmera kĩayo.
You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
11 Mwaka ũwĩkĩrĩte thũmbĩ ya wega waku, namo makaari maku makaiyũrĩrĩra bũthi mũingĩ.
You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
12 Nyeki ya werũ nĩ nduru mũno, natuo tũrĩma tũiyũrĩtwo nĩ gĩkeno.
The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
13 Cieni ciyũrĩte ndũũru cia ngʼondu, nacio ituamba ikaiyũra ngano; indo ciothe iroigĩrĩria ikaina nĩ gũkena.
The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
