Psalms 109
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. God, the one I praise, please don't remain silent,
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai, ũrĩa ngoocaga, ndũgaakire,
2 because wicked and deceitful people are attacking me, telling lies about me.
nĩgũkorwo andũ arĩa aaganu na a maheeni nĩmathamĩtie tũnua nĩguo manjũkĩrĩre; nĩmarĩtie ũhoro wakwa na rũrĩmĩ rwa maheeni.
3 They surround me with words of hate, fighting against me for no reason.
Mandigicĩirie makĩaragia ndeto cia rũthũũro; maatharĩkagĩra hatarĩ gĩtũmi.
4 I love them, but they respond with hostility towards me, even while I'm praying for them!
Handũ ha wendo ũrĩa ndĩmendete naguo, o nĩ gũũthitanga maathitangaga, no niĩ nĩkũhooya ndĩmahooyagĩra.
5 They pay me back with evil instead of good, with hatred instead of love.
Mandĩhaga wega na ũũru, na makandĩha wendani na rũthũũro.
6 “Appoint someone wicked over him. Have someone stand as an accuser against him.
Mũndũ ũrĩa wĩkĩte ũguo mũigĩre mũndũ mũũru amũũkĩrĩre; mwena wake wa ũrĩo nĩkũrũgame mũndũ wa kũmũthitanga.
7 When he is judged and sentenced, may he be found guilty. Let his prayers be counted as sins.
Aacirithio-rĩ, nĩatuuagwo mwĩhia, na kũhooya gwake gũgĩtuĩke no kwĩhia.
8 May his life be short; let someone else take over his position.
Matukũ make maronyiiha; ũtongoria wake ũrooywo nĩ mũndũ ũngĩ.
9 May his children be left fatherless, and his wife become a widow.
Ciana ciake irotuĩka cia ngoriai, na mũtumia wake atuĩke wa ndigwa.
10 May his children be homeless, wandering beggars, driven from their ruined houses.
Ciana ciake irotuĩka njara-rũhĩ cia gũcangacanga; iroingatwo ciume mĩciĩ yao ĩyo mĩanangĩku.
11 May creditors seize all that he owns; may strangers take all that he worked for.
Indo ciake ciothe irotahwo nĩ mũndũ ũrĩa marĩ thiirĩ nake; andũ a kũngĩ nĩmeyoere maciaro ma wĩra wake.
12 May no one be kind to him; may no one take pity on his fatherless children.
Aroaga mũndũ ũngĩmwonia ũtugi, o na kana mũndũ ũngĩiguĩra ciana icio ciake cia ngoriai tha.
13 May his descendants die; may his family name be wiped out in the next generation.
Njiaro ciake iroeherio, na marĩĩtwa maacio mathario kuuma rũciaro-inĩ rũrĩa rũgooka.
14 May the Lord be reminded of the sins of his fathers; may his mother's sins not be blotted out.
Waganu wa maithe make ũrotũũra ũririkanagwo nĩ Jehova; wĩhia wa nyina ũroaga gũgaathario o na rĩ.
15 May their sins be constantly before the Lord; may his name be totally forgotten by people.
Mehia mao marotũũra hĩndĩ ciothe marĩ mbere ya Jehova, nĩguo akaaniina kũririkanwo kwao gũkũ thĩ.
16 For he didn't think to be kind to others, instead he harassed and killed the poor, the needy, the brokenhearted.
Nĩgũkorwo mũndũ ũcio we ndarĩ hĩndĩ eciiragia ũhoro wa gũtugana, no aingatithagia mũndũ ũrĩa mũthĩĩni, na ũrĩa mũbatari, o na ũrĩa mũthuthĩku ngoro, o nginya akamooraga.
17 He loved to put a curse on others—let it come back on him. He had no time for blessings—so may he never receive any.
Aronyiitwo nĩ kĩrumi, tondũ we endete o kũruma andũ manyiitwo nĩ kĩrumi; kĩrathimo kĩromũraihĩrĩria, tondũ we ndendaga kũrathimana.
18 He cursed as often as he got dressed. May his curses go into him like the water he drinks, like the olive oil he rubs on his skin that enters his bones.
Ehumbaga kĩrumi taarĩ nguo; kĩamũtoonyire mwĩrĩ ta maaĩ, o na gĩkĩmũtoonya mahĩndĩ-inĩ taarĩ maguta.
19 May his curses stick to him like clothing, may they be pulled tight around him like a belt.”
Kĩrotuĩka taarĩ nguo ya igũrũ erigiicĩirie, na gĩtuĩke taarĩ mũcibi ehotorete nginya tene.
20 May all this be the punishment of the Lord on my enemies, on those who speak evil of me.
Rĩrĩ nĩrĩtuĩke irĩhi rĩa Jehova kũrĩ arĩa maathitangaga, o kũrĩ arĩa maaragia ũũru igũrũ rĩakwa.
21 But treat me well, Lord God, because of your own reputation. Save me because you are faithful and good.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Mwathani Jehova, njĩka maũndũ mega nĩ ũndũ wa rĩĩtwa rĩaku; ndeithũra tondũ wa wega wa wendo waku.
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is breaking.
Nĩgũkorwo ndĩ mũthĩĩni na mũbatari, nayo ngoro yakwa nĩĩgurarĩtio thĩinĩ wakwa.
23 I am fading away like an evening shadow; I am like a locust that is shaken off.
Ndĩ hakuhĩ kũbuĩria o ta kĩĩruru kĩa hwaĩ-inĩ; hurutagwo nĩ rũhuho o ta ngigĩ.
24 I am so weak from lack of food that my legs give way; my body is just skin and bones.
Maru makwa nĩmaregerete nĩ kwĩima kũrĩa; mwĩrĩ wakwa ũhĩnjĩte nĩ kwaga maguta.
25 People ridicule me—they look at me and shake their heads!
Nduĩkĩte kĩndũ gĩa kũnyũrũrio nĩ andũ arĩa maathitangaga; rĩrĩa maanyona, mainainagia mĩtwe.
26 Help me, Lord my God; save me because of your trustworthy love.
Wee Jehova Ngai wakwa, ndeithia; honokia kũringana na wendo waku.
27 May they recognize that this is what you are doing—that you are the one who saves me.
Tũma mamenye atĩ kũu nĩ guoko gwaku, mamenye atĩ Wee Jehova, nĩwe wĩkĩte ũguo.
28 When they curse me, you will bless me. When they attack me, you will defeat them. And I, your servant, will be happy.
O nĩ marumanage, no wee ũrathimanage; rĩrĩa maatharĩkĩra nĩmarĩconorithagio, no ndungata yaku no gũkena ĩrĩkenaga.
29 May those who accuse me be clothed with disgrace; may they cover themselves with a cloak of shame.
Arĩa maathitangaga makaahumbwo njono na mohwo thoni taarĩ nguo ya igũrũ.
30 But I will keep on thanking the Lord, praising him to everyone around me.
Nĩndĩrĩkumagia Jehova mũno na kanua gakwa; nĩndĩrĩmũgoocaga ndĩ kĩrĩndĩ-inĩ kĩnene.
31 For he takes a stand to defend the needy, to save them from those who condemn them.
Nĩgũkorwo arũgamaga guoko-inĩ kwa ũrĩo kwa mũndũ ũrĩa mũbatari, nĩguo ahonokagie muoyo wake harĩ andũ arĩa mangĩmũtua nĩ mwĩhia.
