Thaburi 83
1 Thaburi ya Asafu Wee Ngai-rĩ, ndũgakire; tiga gũikara ũtumĩtie, Wee Mũrungu, ndũgaikare wĩnyiitanĩirie.
A Song, a Melody of Asaph. O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!
2 Ta rora wone ũrĩa thũ ciaku iranegena, acio magũthũire makambararia mĩtwe yao.
For lo! thine enemies, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head;
3 Mathugundaga ndundu ya gũũkĩrĩra andũ aku na wara; maciiragĩrĩra gũũkĩrĩra andũ arĩa wendete.
Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones.
4 Meranaga atĩrĩ, “Ũkai, tũmaniine matige gũtuĩka rũrĩrĩ, nĩguo rĩĩtwa rĩa Isiraeli rĩtikanacooke kũririkanwo rĩngĩ.”
They have said—Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.
5 Maciiraga marĩ na ngoro ĩmwe; maiguithanagĩria magũũkĩrĩre:
For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—
6 andũ a hema cia Edomu, na cia Aishumaeli, na cia Moabi, na cia Ahagari,
The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes;
7 na cia Gebali, na cia Amoni, na cia Amaleki, na cia Filistia, hamwe na andũ a Turo.
Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre;
8 O na Ashuri nĩmegwatanĩtie nao nĩguo mateithĩrĩrie njiaro cia Loti.
Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. (Selah)
9 Meeke o ta ũrĩa wekire Amidiani, na o ta ũrĩa wekire Sisera na Jabini rũũĩ-inĩ rwa Kishoni,
Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;
10 o acio maaniinĩirwo Enidoru, na magĩtuĩka ta thumu wa kũnoria tĩĩri.
They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!
11 Tũma andũ ao arĩa marĩ igweta mahaane ta Orebu na Zeebu, anene ao othe ũmahaananie na Zeba na Zalimuna,
Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:
12 arĩa moigire atĩrĩ, “Nĩtwĩgwatĩrei bũrũri wa ũrĩithio wa Ngai ũtuĩke witũ.”
Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!
13 Wee Ngai wakwa, matue ta rũkũngũ rũrĩa rũgũrũkagio, mahaane o ta mũũngũ ũmbũrĩtwo nĩ rũhuho.
O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;
14 O ta ũrĩa mwaki ũcinaga mũtitũ kana ta rũrĩrĩmbĩ rũgĩcina irĩma-rĩ,
As a fire burneth a forest, —And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,
15 maingatithie o ro ũguo na kĩhuhũkanio gĩaku, na ũmamakie mũno na huho ciaku nene.
So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, —And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:
16 Humba mothiũ mao thoni, nĩgeetha andũ marongorie rĩĩtwa rĩaku, Wee Jehova.
Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;
17 Marotũũra maconokete na marĩ amaku; marokua na gĩconoko kĩnene.
Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish:
18 Tũma mamenye atĩ Wee, o Wee wĩtagwo Jehova, atĩ Wee nĩwe Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno, o igũrũ rĩa thĩ yothe.
That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.
