Psalms 102
1 A prayer from someone who is suffering and is tired out, pouring out their troubles to the Lord. Lord please hear my prayer, my cry for help!
Wee Jehova, igua ihooya rĩakwa; reke gũkaya gwakwa ngĩhooya ũteithio gũgũkinyĩre.
2 Don't hide your face from me in my time of trouble! Turn and listen to me, and answer me quickly when I call.
Tiga kũũhitha ũthiũ waku rĩrĩa ndĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ. Inamĩrĩria gũtũ gwaku ũnjigue; ndagũkaĩra, njĩtĩka o narua.
3 My life is disappearing like smoke; my body feels like it's on fire!
Nĩgũkorwo matukũ makwa marathira o ta ũrĩa ndogo ĩthiraga; namo mahĩndĩ makwa maraakana o ta gĩcinga.
4 I'm like grass that's dried up, withered away—I even forget to eat!
Ngoro yakwa ĩringĩkĩte na ĩkahooha o ta nyeki; ndiganĩirwo o na nĩ kũrĩa irio.
5 All my groaning has worn me out; my bones show through my skin.
Tondũ wa ũrĩa ndĩracaaya nyanĩrĩire, hĩnjĩte ngatigara o gĩkonde na mahĩndĩ.
6 I'm like a desert owl, like a little owl among the ruins.
Haana ta ndundu ya werũ-inĩ, ngahaana ta ndundu ĩrĩa ĩikaraga kũrĩa kwanangĩku.
7 I can't sleep. I'm like a lonely bird on a rooftop.
Ndaaraga itarĩ toro; haanĩte ta nyoni ĩrĩ o iiki nyũmba igũrũ.
8 My enemies taunt me all day long. They mock me and swear at me.
Mũthenya wothe thũ ciakwa itindaga igĩĩthirĩkia; acio maanyũrũragia mahũthagĩra rĩĩtwa rĩakwa taarĩ kĩrumi.
9 Ashes are the food I eat; my tears drip into my drink,
Nĩgũkorwo ndĩĩaga mũhu taarĩ irio ciakwa, na kĩrĩa nyuuaga ngagĩtukania na maithori,
10 because of your anger and hostility, for you have picked me up and tossed me away.
tondũ wa mangʼũrĩ maku manene, ũnjoete na igũrũ ũkanjikia mwena-inĩ.
11 My life is fading away like a shadow that lengthens—I'm withering away like grass.
Matukũ makwa mahaana o ta kĩĩruru kĩa hwaĩ-inĩ; hoohaga ta nyeki.
12 But you, Lord, reign forever, your fame will last for all generations.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova ũgũtũũra ũikarĩire gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene nginya tene na tene; ngumo yaku ĩgũtũũra njiarwa na njiarwa.
13 You will take action and have pity on Jerusalem, for it's time to be kind to the city, the time has come.
Wee nĩũkwarahũka ũiguĩre itũũra rĩa Zayuni tha, nĩgũkorwo ihinda rĩa kũrĩĩka wega nĩ ikinyu; ihinda rĩrĩa rĩathĩrĩre nĩ ikinyu.
14 For the people who follow you love its stones; they value even its dust!
Nĩgũkorwo mahiga makuo nĩmakenagĩrwo nĩ ndungata ciaku; o na rũkũngũ rwakuo nĩrũtũmaga iringwo nĩ tha.
15 Then the nations will be in awe of who you are, Lord; all the kings of the earth will be in awe of your glory.
Ndũrĩrĩ nĩigeetigĩra rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova, athamaki othe a thĩ mekĩrĩre riiri waku.
16 For the Lord will rebuild Jerusalem; he will appear in glory.
Nĩgũkorwo Jehova nĩagaaka itũũra rĩa Zayuni rĩngĩ, na eyumĩrie arĩ na riiri wake.
17 He will pay attention to the prayers of the homeless; he will not disregard their requests.
Nĩakaigua mahooya ma andũ arĩa aagi; ndakanyarara mahooya mao.
18 Let this be recorded for generations to come, so that people yet to be born may praise the Lord:
Ũhoro ũyũ nĩwandĩkwo nĩ ũndũ wa rũciaro rũrĩa rũgooka, nĩguo andũ arĩa mataciarĩtwo makaagooca Jehova:
19 The Lord looked down from above, from the heights of his holy place; he looked down from heaven to the earth,
“Jehova nĩacũthĩrĩirie thĩ arĩ harĩa hake haamũre kũu igũrũ; arĩ kũu igũrũ Jehova nĩkũrora aarorire thĩ,
20 to respond to the groans of prisoners, to set free the children of death.
nĩguo aigue gũcaaya kwa arĩa moheetwo, na ohorithie arĩa maatuĩrĩirwo gũkua.”
21 As a result the wonderful nature of the Lord will be celebrated with praise in Jerusalem,
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova nĩrĩkoimbũrwo kũu Zayuni, na nĩakagoocwo kũu Jerusalemu
22 when the people of many kingdoms gather together to worship the Lord.
rĩrĩa andũ a ndũrĩrĩ na mothamaki makoongana, mathathaiye Jehova.
23 But as for me, he broke my health while I was still young, cutting my life short.
Hĩndĩ ya mũtũũrĩre wakwa nĩanyiihirie hinya wakwa; nĩakuhĩhirie matukũ makwa.
24 I cried out, “My God, don't take my life while I'm young! You are the one who lives forever.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ngĩkiuga atĩrĩ: “Wee Ngai wakwa, ndũkanjũrage o rĩrĩa ndaiganĩria matukũ makwa; wee-rĩ, mĩaka yaku ĩthiiaga o na mbere nginya njiarwa na njiarwa.
25 Long ago you created the earth; you made the heavens.
O kĩambĩrĩria-inĩ, nĩwaarire mĩthingi ya thĩ, o narĩo igũrũ nĩ wĩra wa moko maku.
26 They will come to an end, but you will not. They will all wear out, like clothes—you will change them, and throw them away.
Icio nĩgũthira igaathira, no wee nĩgũtũũra ũgaatũũra; igaakũra o ta nguo, ithire. Ũgaacigarũrĩra ta nguo, icooke iteeo.
27 But you are the one who always is; your years never come to an end.
No Wee ndũgarũrũkaga, nayo mĩaka yaku ndĩrĩ mũthia.
28 Our children will live with you, and our children's children will grow in your presence.”
Ciana cia ndungata ciaku igaatũũra na thayũ mbere yaku; nacio njiaro ciacio cigaikara irũmĩte irĩ mbere yaku.”
