Psalms 144
1 A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Jehovha Dombo rangu ngaarumbidzwe, iye anodzidzisa maoko angu kurwa.
2 My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
Ndiye Mwari anondida uye nhare yangu, shongwe yangu nomudzikinuri wangu, nenhoo yangu uye ndinovanda maari, iye anoisa marudzi pasi pangu.
3 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
Haiwa Jehovha, munhu chiiko zvamune hanya naye? Kana mwanakomana womunhu zvamunomufunga?
4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
Munhu akafanana nomweya wokufema; mazuva ake akaita somumvuri unopfuura.
5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Zarurai matenga enyu, imi Jehovha, uye muburuke; batai makomo, kuti apfungaire utsi.
6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
Tumirai mheni mugoparadzira vavengi; pfurai miseve yenyu mugovapedza.
7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
Tambanudzai ruoko rwenyu kubva kumusoro; ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamvura zhinji ine simba, kubva mumaoko avatorwa
8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
vane miromo izere nenhema, maoko avo orudyi anonyengera.
9 To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
Haiwa Mwari, ndichakuimbirai rwiyo rutsva; ndichakuimbirai nziyo dzokurumbidza nomutengeranwa une hungiso gumi,
10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
iye anopa kukunda kumadzimambo, anorwira muranda wake Dhavhidhi kubva pamunondo unouraya.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
Ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamaoko avatorwa, vane miromo izere nenhema, vane maoko orudyi anonyengera.
12 Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
Ipapo vanakomana vedu pauduku hwavo vachava semiti yakakura zvakanaka, uye vanasikana vedu vachava sembiru dzakavezwa kuti dzishongedze muzinda wamambo.
13 Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
Matura edu achazadzwa nemhando dzose dzezviyo. Makwai edu achawanda nezviuru, nezviuru gumi mumafuro edu;
14 Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
nzombe dzedu dzichatakura mitoro inorema. Hapachazova nokuputswa kwamasvingo, hapachazova nokuenda kuutapwa, hapachazova nokuchema nenhamo, munzira dzedu dzomumisha.
15 They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
Vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vachaitirwa saizvozvi; vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vana Jehovha Mwari wavo.
