Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Panguva yaakatiza Abhusaromu mwanakomana wake. Haiwa Jehovha, vadzivisi vangu vakawanda sei! Vakawanda sei vanondimukira!
2 Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
Vazhinji vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari haangamudzikinuri.” Sera
3 But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
Asi imi Jehovha, muri nhoo yakandipoteredza; munoisa rukudzo pandiri uye munosimudza musoro wangu.
4 To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
Kuna Jehovha ndinodana nenzwi guru, uye anondipindura ari pagomo rake dzvene. Sera
5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
Ndinovata pasi ndigokotsira; ndinomukazve, nokuti Jehovha anonditsigira.
6 I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
Handizotyi makumi ezviuru vakandikomba kuti vandirwise.
7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
Simukai, imi Jehovha! Ndirwirei, imi Mwari wangu! Rovai vavengi vangu vose pashaya; gurai meno avakaipa.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
Rusununguko runobva kuna Jehovha. Maropafadzo enyu ngaave pamusoro pavanhu venyu. Sera
