Psalms 30
1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
Pisarema. Rwiyo rwokukumikidza temberi. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndichakukudzai imi Jehovha, nokuti makandisimudza kubva pakadzika, uye hamuna kutendera vavengi vangu kuti vafare pamusoro pangu.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
Haiwa Jehovha Mwari wangu, ndakachemera rubatsiro kwamuri uye mukandiporesa.
3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [amongst] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Haiwa Jehovha, makandibudisa muguva; mukandirwira kuti ndirege kupinda mugomba. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
Imbirai Jehovha, imi vatsvene vake; rumbidzai zita rake dzvene.
5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
Nokuti kutsamwa kwake ndokwenguva duku, asi nyasha dzake ndedzoupenyu hwose; kuchema kungangovapo usiku. Asi mufaro unouya mangwanani.
6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Pandakanzwa kugadzikana, ndakati, “Handingatongozungunuswi.”
7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
Haiwa Jehovha, pamakandinzwira tsitsi, makaita kuti gomo rangu rimire rakasimba; asi pamakavanza chiso chenyu, ini ndakavhunduka.
8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
Ndakadana kwamuri, imi Jehovha; ndakachemera nyasha kuna Jehovha ndichiti,
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
“Chiiko chinowanikwa pakuparadzwa kwangu, napakupinda kwangu mugomba? Ko, guruva richakurumbidzai here? Richaparidza kutendeka kwenyu here?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
Inzwai, imi Jehovha, mundinzwire ngoni; imi Jehovha, ivai mubatsiri wangu.”
11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Imi makashandura kuungudza kwangu kukava kutamba; makabvisa nguo dzangu dzamasaga mukandishongedza nomufaro,
12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
kuti mwoyo wangu ukuimbirei ugorega kunyarara. Haiwa Jehovha Mwari wangu, ndichakuvongai nokusingaperi.
