Psalms 58
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Miktam of David. Do you indeed speak justly, O rulers? Do you judge uprightly, O sons of men?
Kumutungamiri wokuimba namaimbiro okuti, “Musaparadza.” Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Rwiyo rweMikitami. Ko, imi vatongi munotaura mukururama here? Munotonga pakati pavanhu nokururamisira here?
2 No, in your hearts you devise injustice; with your hands you mete out violence on the earth.
Kwete, munofunga kusaruramisira mumwoyo menyu, uye maoko enyu anomanikidza panyika.
3 The wicked are estranged from the womb; the liars go astray from birth.
Kunyange kubvira pakuberekwa, vakaipa vanofamba mukutsauka; kubva mudumbu ramai, vakaipa uye vanoreva nhema.
4 Their venom is like the venom of a snake, like a cobra that shuts its ears,
Uturu hwavo hwakaita souturu hwenyoka, vakafanana nemhakure yadzivira nzeve dzayo,
5 refusing to hear the tune of the charmer who skillfully weaves his spell.
isingateereri maimbiro enʼanga kunyange zvazvo achiimba nouchenjeri hukuru.
6 O God, shatter their teeth in their mouths; O LORD, tear out the fangs of the lions.
Vhunai mazino mumiromo yavo, imi Mwari; bvisai, imi Jehovha, mazino marefu eshumba!
7 May they vanish like water that runs off; when they draw the bow, may their arrows be blunted.
Ngavatsakatike semvura yapera kuerera; pavanowembura uta, miseve yavo ngaigomare.
8 Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, like a woman’s stillborn child, may they never see the sun.
Vafanane nehozhwa inonyakatika painofamba, kufanana negavamwedzi, ngavarege kuona zuva.
9 Before your pots can feel the burning thorns— whether green or dry— He will sweep them away.
Hari dzenyu dzisati dzanzwa kupisa kweminzwa pamoto, ingava minyoro kana yakaoma, vakaipa vachakukurwa.
10 The righteous will rejoice when they see they are avenged; they will wash their feet in the blood of the wicked.
Vakarurama vachafara pavachatsivirwa, pavachashambidza tsoka dzavo muropa ravakaipa.
11 Then men will say, “There is surely a reward for the righteous! There is surely a God who judges the earth!”
Ipapo vanhu vachati, “Zvirokwazvo vakarurama vachiri kungowana mubayiro; zvirokwazvo Mwari ariko anotonga nyika.”
