Psalms 39
1 I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked man is before me.
Kwa mtsogoleri wa mayimbidwe. Kwa Yedutuni. Salimo la Davide. Ndinati, “Ndidzasamalira njira zanga ndipo ndidzasunga lilime langa kuti ndisachimwe; ndidzatseka pakamwa panga ndi chitsekerero nthawi yonse imene woyipa ali pamaso panga.”
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good, and my sorrow was stirred.
Koma pamene ndinali chete osanena ngakhale kanthu kalikonse kabwino mavuto anga anachulukirabe.
3 My heart was hot within me. While I was musing the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
Mtima wanga unatentha mʼkati mwanga, ndipo pamene ndinkalingalira, moto unayaka; kenaka ndinayankhula ndi lilime langa:
4 Jehovah, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is. Let me know how frail I am.
“Yehova ndionetseni mathero a moyo wanga ndi chiwerengero cha masiku anga; mundidziwitse kuti moyo wanga ndi wosakhalitsa motani.
5 Behold, thou have made my days as handbreadths, and my life-time is as nothing before thee. Surely every man at his best condition is altogether vanity. (Selah)
Inu mwachititsa kuti masiku anga akhale ochepa kwambiri, kutalika kwa zaka zanga ndi kopanda phindu pamaso panu; moyo wa munthu aliyense ndi waufupi. (Sela)
6 Surely every man walks in a shadow. Surely they are disquieted in vain. He heaps up, and knows not who shall gather them.
Munthu ali ngati chithunzithunzi chake pamene akuyenda uku ndi uku: Iye amangovutika koma popanda phindu; amadzikundikira chuma, osadziwa kuti chidzakhala chayani.
7 And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in thee.
“Koma tsopano Ambuye kodi ndifunanso chiyani? Chiyembekezo changa chili mwa Inu.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Pulumutseni ku zolakwa zanga zonse; musandisandutse chonyozeka kwa opusa.
9 I was mute. I opened not my mouth, because thou did it.
Ine ndinali chete; sindinatsekule pakamwa panga pakuti Inu ndinu amene mwachita zimenezi.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me. I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Chotsani mkwapulo wanu pa ine; ndagonjetsedwa ndi nkhonya ya dzanja lanu.
11 When thou have corrected man with rebukes for iniquity, thou make his beauty to disintegrate like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. (Selah)
Inu mumadzudzula ndi kulanga anthu chifukwa cha tchimo lawo; mumawononga chuma chawo monga njenjete; munthu aliyense ali ngati mpweya. (Sela)
12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Keep not silent at my tears, for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
“Imvani pemphero langa Inu Yehova, mverani kulira kwanga kopempha thandizo; musakhale chete pamene ndikulirira kwa Inu, popeza ndine mlendo wanu wosakhalitsa; monga anachitira makolo anga onse.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength before I go from here, and be no more.
Musandiyangʼane mwaukali, choncho ndidzatha kusangalala ndisanafe ndi kuyiwalika.”
