Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Panguva yaakatiza Abhusaromu mwanakomana wake. Haiwa Jehovha, vadzivisi vangu vakawanda sei! Vakawanda sei vanondimukira!
2 Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
Vazhinji vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari haangamudzikinuri.” Sera
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
Asi imi Jehovha, muri nhoo yakandipoteredza; munoisa rukudzo pandiri uye munosimudza musoro wangu.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
Kuna Jehovha ndinodana nenzwi guru, uye anondipindura ari pagomo rake dzvene. Sera
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
Ndinovata pasi ndigokotsira; ndinomukazve, nokuti Jehovha anonditsigira.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
Handizotyi makumi ezviuru vakandikomba kuti vandirwise.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
Simukai, imi Jehovha! Ndirwirei, imi Mwari wangu! Rovai vavengi vangu vose pashaya; gurai meno avakaipa.
8 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Rusununguko runobva kuna Jehovha. Maropafadzo enyu ngaave pamusoro pavanhu venyu. Sera
