Thaburi 74
1 Thaburi ya Asafu Wee Ngai-rĩ, nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũtũtiganĩrie nginya tene? Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmaga marakara maku macine ngʼondu cia rũũru rwaku?
A maskil of Asaph. Why, O God, have you spurned us forever? Why smokes your wrath against the sheep of your pasture?
2 Ririkana andũ arĩa wegũrĩire o tene, arĩa wakũũrire magĩtuĩka mũhĩrĩga ũrĩa wegaĩire, na ũririkane Kĩrĩma gĩa Zayuni, o kũrĩa watũũrĩte.
Remember the community you purchased of old to become by redemption the tribe of your heritage, Zion, the mountain you made your home.
3 Erekeria makinya maku kũrĩ mwanangĩko ũyũ ũtũũrĩte kuo, wone ũrĩa handũ harĩa haku haamũre hathũkangĩtio nĩ thũ.
Rouse yourself, visit its ruins complete. In the temple the foe has made havoc of all things.
4 Amuku aku mararamĩire harĩa wacemanĩirie na ithuĩ; maahaandire bendera ciao irĩ imenyithia.
Like lions your enemies roared through your house, replacing our symbols by signs of their own,
5 Metuĩte ta andũ mekũhiũria mathanwa mateme mĩtĩ ya mũtitũ.
hacking, like woodsmen who lift axes on thickets of trees,
6 Mbaũ iria ciothe ciagemetio magĩciunanga na mathanwa na ibũi ciao.
smashing with hatchets and hammers all of its carved work together.
7 Nĩmacinire handũ-haku-harĩa-haamũre hakĩmomoka, magĩthaahia gĩikaro kĩa Rĩĩtwa rĩaku.
They have set your temple on fire, to the very ground they have outraged the place where lives your name.
8 Moigire atĩrĩ na ngoro ciao, “Tũkũmahehenja mathire!” Maacinire handũ harĩa hothe Mũrungu aahooyagĩrwo kũu bũrũri-inĩ.
They have said in their heart, “Let us utterly crush them.” They have burned all the houses of God in the land.
9 Gũtirĩ ciama tũringagĩrwo mahinda maya; anabii nĩmathirĩte, na gũtirĩ witũ ũũĩ nĩ nginya rĩ gũgũikara ũguo.
No symbol of ours do we see any more: no prophet is there any more, none is with us who knows how long.
10 Wee Ngai, thũ ĩgũtũũra ĩgũthirĩkagia nginya rĩ? Mũmuku no atũũre acambagia rĩĩtwa rĩaku nginya tene?
How long, O God, is the foe to insult? Shall the enemy spurn your name forever?
11 Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũthune guoko gwaku, o guoko kũu gwaku kwa ũrĩo? Kũrute mĩkũnjo-inĩ ya nguo ciaku ũmaniine!
Why, O Lord, do you hold back your hand, why keep your right hand in the folds of your robe?
12 No rĩrĩ, Wee Ngai, nĩwe mũthamaki wakwa kuuma tene; nĩwĩkaga maũndũ ma kũhonokania gũkũ thĩ.
Yet God is our king from the ancient days, in the midst of the earth working deeds of salvation.
13 Wee-rĩ, nĩwe wagayanirie iria na ũhoti waku, ũkĩhehenja mĩtwe ya nyamũ iria nene kũu maaĩ-inĩ.
It was you who did cleave the sea by your might, and shatter the heads of the ocean monsters.
14 Wee-rĩ, nĩwe wahehenjire mĩtwe ya Leviathani, ũkĩmĩheana ĩtuĩke irio cia ciũmbe cia werũ-inĩ.
It was you who did crush many-headed Leviathan, and give him as food to the beasts of the wilderness.
15 Wee-rĩ, nĩwe watũmire ithima itherũke na tũrũũĩ tũtherere, ũkĩhũithia njũũĩ iria itahũaga.
It was you who did cleave the fountains and torrents; it was you who did dry the perennial streams.
16 Mũthenya nĩ waku o na ũtukũ no waku; Wee nĩwe wahaandire riũa na mweri.
Yours is the day; yours, too, is the night, it was you who did establish the sun and the star.
17 Wee-rĩ, nĩwe wekĩrire mĩhaka yothe ya thĩ; nĩwe watũmire kũgĩe hĩndĩ ya riũa na hĩndĩ ya heho.
It was you who did fix all the borders of earth: summer and winter it’s you who have made them.
18 Ririkana ũrĩa thũ ĩkũnyũrũrĩtie, Wee Jehova, na ũrĩa andũ arĩa akĩĩgu macambĩtie rĩĩtwa rĩaku.
Yet, for all this, the foe has insulted you, Lord, and a nation of fools has reviled your name.
19 Ndũkaneane muoyo wa ndirahũgĩ yaku kũrĩ nyamũ cia gĩthaka; ndũkariganĩrwo nĩ mĩoyo ya andũ aku arĩa manyariirĩtwo nginya tene.
Do not give your dove to the beasts, do not forget your afflicted forever.
20 Ririkana kĩrĩkanĩro gĩaku, tondũ kũndũ guothe kũrĩa kũrĩ nduma bũrũri-inĩ kũiyũrĩte haaro.
Look to the sleek ones – how full they are: the dark places of earth are the dwellings of violence.
21 Ndũkareke mũndũ ũrĩa mũhinyĩrĩrie acooke na thuutha aconokete; andũ arĩa athĩĩni na arĩa abatari nĩmagooce rĩĩtwa rĩaku.
O let not the downtrodden turn back ashamed: let the poor and the needy sing praise to your name.
22 Arahũka, Wee Ngai, ũrũgamĩrĩre kĩhooto gĩaku; ririkana ũrĩa andũ arĩa akĩĩgu magũthirĩkagia mũthenya wothe.
Arise, God, and defend your cause: remember how fools all the day insult you.
23 Ndũkariganĩrwo nĩ mbugĩrĩrio ya amuku aku, o inegene rĩa thũ ciaku, rĩrĩa iranegena itegũtigithĩria.
Do not forget the uproar of your enemies, the din of your foes that ascends evermore.
