Psalms 39
1 For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”
Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Kuna Jedhutuni. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndakati, “Ndichangwarira nzira dzangu nokuchengeta rurimi rwangu pachivi; ndichaisa matomu pamuromo wangu kana vakaipa vari pamberi pangu.”
2 I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.
Asi pandakanga ndinyerere uye ndakadzikama, ndisingatauri kana chakanaka zvacho, kurwadziwa kwangu kwakawedzerwa.
3 My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
Mwoyo wangu wakapisa mukati mangu, uye pandakafungisisa, moto ukapisa; ipapo ndakataura norurimi rwangu ndikati:
4 “Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.
“Ndiratidzei, imi Jehovha, magumo oupenyu hwangu nokuwanda kwamazuva angu; ndizivisei kupfuura kwoupenyu hwangu.
5 You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath.
Makaita mazuva angu soupamhi hwechanza changu; kuwanda kwamakore angu kwakaita sechinhu chisipo pamberi penyu. Upenyu hwomunhu mumwe nomumwe mweya bedzi.
6 Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.
Munhu anongori mumvuri zvaanofamba-famba hake: anofamba nomufaro mukuru, asi zvinongova pasina; anounganidza pfuma, asingazivi achazoitora.
7 And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
“Asi zvino, Ishe, ndakamirireiko? Tariro yangu iri mamuri.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.
Ndiponesei pakudarika kwangu kwose; regai kundiita chiseko chamapenzi.
9 I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.
Ndakanga ndinyerere; handina kushamisa muromo wangu, nokuti ndimi makaita izvi.
10 Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.
Bvisai shamhu yenyu kwandiri; ndakundwa nokurova kworuoko rwenyu.
11 You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor.
Munorayira uye munoranga vanhu nokuda kwezvivi zvavo, munoparadza pfuma yavo sechipfukuto, munhu mumwe nomumwe mweya zvawo. Sera
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.
“Inzwai munyengetero wangu, imi Jehovha, rerekerai nzeve yenyu pandinochemera rubatsiro; regai kuva matsi pakuchema kwangu. Nokuti ndigere nemi somutorwa, somweni, sezvakanga zvakaita madzibaba angu ose.
13 Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
Ringirai kure neni, kuti ndimbofarazve ndisati ndabva uye ndisisipo.”
