Psalms 39
1 Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David. I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me.
Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Kuna Jedhutuni. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndakati, “Ndichangwarira nzira dzangu nokuchengeta rurimi rwangu pachivi; ndichaisa matomu pamuromo wangu kana vakaipa vari pamberi pangu.”
2 I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
Asi pandakanga ndinyerere uye ndakadzikama, ndisingatauri kana chakanaka zvacho, kurwadziwa kwangu kwakawedzerwa.
3 My heart grew hot within me, and, during my (meditation) a fire would flare up.
Mwoyo wangu wakapisa mukati mangu, uye pandakafungisisa, moto ukapisa; ipapo ndakataura norurimi rwangu ndikati:
4 I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
“Ndiratidzei, imi Jehovha, magumo oupenyu hwangu nokuwanda kwamazuva angu; ndizivisei kupfuura kwoupenyu hwangu.
5 Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
Makaita mazuva angu soupamhi hwechanza changu; kuwanda kwamakore angu kwakaita sechinhu chisipo pamberi penyu. Upenyu hwomunhu mumwe nomumwe mweya bedzi.
6 So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
Munhu anongori mumvuri zvaanofamba-famba hake: anofamba nomufaro mukuru, asi zvinongova pasina; anounganidza pfuma, asingazivi achazoitora.
7 And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
“Asi zvino, Ishe, ndakamirireiko? Tariro yangu iri mamuri.
8 Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
Ndiponesei pakudarika kwangu kwose; regai kundiita chiseko chamapenzi.
9 I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
Ndakanga ndinyerere; handina kushamisa muromo wangu, nokuti ndimi makaita izvi.
10 Remove your scourges from me.
Bvisai shamhu yenyu kwandiri; ndakundwa nokurova kworuoko rwenyu.
11 I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.
Munorayira uye munoranga vanhu nokuda kwezvivi zvavo, munoparadza pfuma yavo sechipfukuto, munhu mumwe nomumwe mweya zvawo. Sera
12 O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.
“Inzwai munyengetero wangu, imi Jehovha, rerekerai nzeve yenyu pandinochemera rubatsiro; regai kuva matsi pakuchema kwangu. Nokuti ndigere nemi somutorwa, somweni, sezvakanga zvakaita madzibaba angu ose.
13 Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more.
Ringirai kure neni, kuti ndimbofarazve ndisati ndabva uye ndisisipo.”
