Psalms 61

1 To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

हे परमेश्‍वर, मेरो पुकारा सुन्‍नुहोस् । मेरो प्रार्थनामा ध्यान दिनुहोस् ।

2 From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

मेरो हृदय शिथिल हुँदा म पृथ्वीको अन्तिम छेउबाट तपाईंलाई पुकारा गर्नेछु । मभन्दा उच्‍च चट्टानतिर मलाई लानुहोस् ।

3 For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

किनकि तपाईं मेरो निम्ति शरणस्थान, शत्रुबाट बच्‍ने बलियो धरहरा हुनुभएको छ ।

4 I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

मलाई सधैं तपाईंको पवित्र-स्थानमा बस्‍न दिनुहोस् । मलाई तपाईंका पखेटाहरूको आडमा शरण लिन दिनुहोस् । सेला

5 For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

किनकि हे परमेश्‍वर, तपाईंले मेरा भाकलहरू सुन्‍नुभएको छ, तपाईंले मलाई तपाईंलाई आदर गर्नेहरूको उत्तराधिकार दिनुभएको छ ।

6 You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

तपाईंले राजालाई दिर्घायु बनाउनुहुन्छ । तिनको आयु धेरै पुस्ताहरूजस्तै हुनेछ ।

7 May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

तिनी परमेश्‍वरको सामु सदासर्वदा रहनेछन् ।

8 So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.

तपाईंको नाउँको स्तुति म सदा गाउनेछु ताकि हरेक दिन म आफ्‍नो भाकल पुरा गर्न सकौं।