Psalms 51
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. When Nathan the Prophet had come to him, after he had gone in unto Bath-sheba. Be favorable unto me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness, And, in the multitude of thy compassions, blot out my transgressions;
Thaburi ya Daudi Wee Ngai-rĩ, njiguĩra tha, kũringana na wendo waku ũrĩa ũtathiraga; kũringana na tha ciaku nyingĩ-rĩ, tharia mahĩtia makwa mathire.
2 Thoroughly wash me from mine iniquity, And, from my sin, make me pure;
Thambia mahĩtia makwa mothe, na ũũtherie mehia makwa.
3 For, my transgressions, do, I, acknowledge, And, my sin, is before me continually:
Nĩgũkorwo nĩnjũũĩ mahĩtia makwa, namo mehia makwa makoragwo mbere yakwa hĩndĩ ciothe.
4 Against thee—against thee alone, have I sinned, And, wickedness—in thine eyes, have I done, —That thou mayest, Be justified when thou speakest, —Be clear when thou judgest.
Wee nĩwe njĩhĩirie, o Wee wiki, na ngeeka ũndũ mũũru maitho-inĩ maku, nĩguo Wee wonekage ũtarĩ na mahĩtia rĩrĩa ũkwaria, na ũrĩ wa kĩhooto rĩrĩa ũgũtua ciira.
5 Lo! in iniquity, was I brought forth, And, in sin, did my mother conceive me.
Ti-itherũ ndaciarirwo ndĩ mwĩhia; maitũ aagĩire nda ya kũnjiara arĩ o na mehia.
6 Lo! faithfulness, hast thou desired in the inward parts, Yea, in the hidden part, wilt thou cause me to know, wisdom.
Ti-itherũ, Wee wendaga ũhoro wa ma kuuma ngoro thĩinĩ; nĩ ũndũ ũcio ũndutaga kũgĩa na ũũgĩ ngoro-inĩ yakwa.
7 Wilt thou cleanse me from sin with hyssop, That I may be pure? Wilt thou wash me, That I may be whiter, than snow?
Theria na mũthobi, na nĩngũthera; thaambia, na nĩngwerũha gũkĩra ira.
8 Wilt thou cause me to hear joy and gladness? The bones thou hast crushed would exult.
Tũma ngene na njanjamũke; mahĩndĩ marĩa ũthetherete nĩmagĩkene.
9 Hide thy face from my sins, —And, all mine iniquities, blot out;
Hitha ũthiũ waku ndũkoone mehia makwa, na ũtharie mahĩtia makwa mothe.
10 A pure heart, create for me, O God, And, a steadfast spirit, renew within me.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, nyũmbĩra ngoro theru thĩinĩ wakwa, na ũnjerũhĩrie roho wa kwĩhokeka thĩinĩ wakwa.
11 Do not cast me away from thy presence, And, thy Holy Spirit, do not take from me:
Ndũkanyingate nyume harĩwe, o na kana weherie Roho waku Mũtheru kuuma thĩinĩ wakwa.
12 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, And, with a willing spirit, wilt thou uphold me: —
Njookeria gĩkeno kĩrĩa kĩa ũhonokio waku, na ũũhe roho wa kũndũũria ngwathĩkagĩra.
13 I would teach transgressors thy ways, And, sinners, unto thee, should return.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩngaruta andũ arĩa aremi nĩguo mamenye njĩra ciaku, nao ehia magũcookerere.
14 Rescue me from shed-blood, O God, the God of my salvation, My tongue should shout thy righteousness;
Wee Ngai, o Wee Ngai ũrĩa ũũhonokagia-rĩ, honokia kuumana na ũiti thakame, naruo rũrĩmĩ rwakwa nĩrũkaina ũhoro wa ũthingu waku.
15 O My Lord! my lips, wilt thou open, And, my mouth, shall declare thy praise.
Wee Mwathani, tumũra mĩromo yakwa, nako kanua gakwa koimbũre ũgooci waku.
16 For thou wilt not desire sacrifice—that I should give it, Ascending-offering, will not please:
Wee ndũkenagio nĩ kũrutĩrwo igongona, korwo nĩũkenagio nĩrĩo no ngũrutĩre; o na ndũkenagio nĩ magongona ma njino.
17 The sacrifices of God, are a spirit that is broken, —A heart—broken and crushed, O God, thou wilt not despise.
Magongona marĩa Ngai etĩkagĩra nĩ roho ũrĩa mũthuthĩku; ngoro ĩrĩa thuthĩku na ĩkahera-rĩ, Wee Ngai ndũngĩmĩrega.
18 Do good, in thy good-pleasure, unto Zion, Wilt thou build the walls of Jerusalem!
Tũma itũũra rĩa Zayuni rĩgaacĩre nĩ ũndũ wa wega waku; aka thingo cia Jerusalemu rĩngĩ.
19 Then, shalt thou desire the sacrifices of righteousness, Ascending-sacrifice and whole burnt-offering, Then, shall ascend upon thine altar, young bulls.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩũgakenagĩra magongona ma ũthingu, na maruta ma njino o marĩa macinagwo magathira biũ; ningĩ magongona ma ndegwa nĩmakarutagĩrwo kĩgongona-inĩ gĩaku.
