Psalms 80
1 To the Chief Musician. For "the Lilies of Testimony." Asaph’s. A Melody. O Shepherd of Israel, give ear, Thou who leddest forth Joseph like a rock, Thou who art throned on the cherubim, appear!
Thaburi ya Asafu Wee Mũrĩithi wa Isiraeli, tũigue, o Wee ũtongoragia Jusufu ta ũrĩa mũrĩithi atongoragia rũũru; Wee ũikarĩire gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene gatagatĩ ka makerubi-rĩ, cangarara
2 Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh, stir up thy strength, And come! to our salvation.
ũrĩ mbere ya Efiraimu, na Benjamini, na Manase. Arahũra ũhoti waku, ũũke ũtũhonokie.
3 O God, bring us back, And light up thy face, That we may be saved.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, tũma tũgaacĩre rĩngĩ; tũma ũthiũ waku ũtwarĩre, nĩguo tũhonoke.
4 O Yahweh, God of hosts! How long hast thou been wroth with the prayer of thy people?
Wee Jehova Ngai mwene hinya wothe, marakara maku megũtooga nginya rĩ ũgĩũkĩrĩra mahooya ma andũ aku?
5 Thou hast fed them with the food of tears, And hast caused them to drink the water of weeping in threefold abundance.
Nĩũmahũũnĩtie na irio cia maithori; ũtũmĩte manyue maithori maiyũrĩte mbakũri riita.
6 Thou dost make us an object of contention to our neighbours, And, our foes, find mockery for themselves.
Ũtũtuĩte kĩndũ gĩa kũrũagĩrwo nĩ arĩa tũriganĩtie nao, nacio thũ ciitũ igatũnyũrũria.
7 O God of hosts, bring us back, And light up thy face, That we may be saved.
Wee Ngai-Mwene-Hinya-Wothe-rĩ, tũma tũgaacĩre rĩngĩ; tũma ũthiũ waku ũtwarĩre, nĩguo tũhonoke.
8 A vine out of Egypt, thou didst remove, Thou didst cast out nations, and plant it;
Wareehire mũthabibũ kuuma bũrũri wa Misiri; warutũrũrire ndũrĩrĩ ũkĩũhaanda arĩ guo.
9 Thou didst make a clear space before it, So it rooted well its roots, and filled up the land;
Nĩwaũthereirie mũgũnda, naguo ũkĩgwata, na ũkĩiyũra bũrũri wothe.
10 Covered were the mountains with its shade, And, with its boughs, the mighty cedars.
Irĩma nĩciahumbĩrirwo nĩ kĩĩruru kĩaguo, nayo mĩtarakwa ĩrĩa mĩnene ĩkĩhumbĩrwo nĩ honge ciaguo.
11 It thrust forth its branches as far as the sea, —And, unto the River, its shoots.
Watambũrũkirie honge ciaguo o nginya Iria-inĩ rĩrĩa Inene, na thuuna ciaguo ũgĩcikinyia o nginya Rũũĩ-inĩ rwa Farati.
12 Wherefore hast thou broken down its fences, So that all who pass along the way, pluck its fruit?
Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũmomore njirigo ciaguo, ũgagĩtũma ehĩtũkĩri othe matuage thabibũ ciaguo?
13 The boar out of the forest, browseth upon it, And, the wild beast of the field, pastureth thereon.
Ũrangarangagwo nĩ ngũrwe cia gĩthaka, na ũkarĩĩo nĩ nyamũ cia werũ-inĩ.
14 O God of hosts, return, we pray thee, —Look down out of the heavens, and see, And inspect this vine:
Wee Ngai Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, tũcookerere! Rora ũrĩ igũrũ wone! Rũmbũiya mũthabibũ ũyũ,
15 Yea the stock which thy right hand planted, Even upon the son thou didst secure for thyself.
mũri ũrĩa guoko gwaku kwa ũrĩo kwahaandire, mũriũ ũrĩa wee mwene wĩrereire.
16 To be burned with fire, it is cut down, —At the rebuke of thy countenance, they will perish.
Mũthabibũ waku nĩũtemetwo, ũgacinwo na mwaki; thũ ciaku irothira nĩ ũndũ wa irũithia rĩaku.
17 Let thy hand be, Upon the Man of thy right hand, Upon the Son of Man thou didst secure for thyself;
Guoko gwaku kũroikara na mũndũ ũrĩa ũrĩ guoko-inĩ gwaku kwa ũrĩo, ũcio mũrũ wa mũndũ wĩrereire wee mwene.
18 So will we not draw back from thee, Thou wilt bring us to life, And, on thy Name, will we call.
No ithuĩ-rĩ, tũtigatigana nawe o rĩ; tũrurumũkie na nĩtũrĩkayagĩra rĩĩtwa rĩaku.
19 O Yahweh, God of hosts! bring us back, Light up thy face, That we may be saved.
Wee Jehova Ngai Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, tũma tũgaacĩre rĩngĩ; tũma ũthiũ waku ũtwarĩre, nĩguo tũhonoke.
