Psalms 30
1 A Psalm of David: dedication-song of the house. I will extol thee, Jehovah; for thou hast delivered me, and hast not made mine enemies to rejoice over me.
Zabura ce. Wata waƙa. Don keɓewar haikali. Ta Dawuda. Zan girmama ka Ya Ubangiji, gama ka tsamo ni daga zurfafa ba ka bar abokan gābana sun yi farin ciki a kaina ba.
2 Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
Ya Ubangiji Allahna, na yi kira gare ka don taimako ka kuwa warkar da ni.
3 Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Ya Ubangiji, ka dawo da ni daga kabari; ka kiyaye ni daga gangarawa zuwa cikin rami. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness.
Ku rera ga Ubangiji, ku tsarkakansa; ku yabi sunansa mai tsarki.
5 For a moment [is passed] in his anger, a life in his favour; at even weeping cometh for the night, and at morn there is rejoicing.
Gama fushinsa na ɗan lokaci ne amma alherinsa har matuƙa ne; mai yiwuwa a yi kuka da dare amma farin ciki kan zo da safe.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Sa’ad da nake lafiya, na ce, “Ba zan jijjigu ba.”
7 Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
Ya Ubangiji, sa’ad da ka yi mini alheri, ka sa katangar dutsena ya tsaya daram; amma sa’ad da ka ɓoye fuskarka, sai in cika da tsoro.
8 I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make supplication:
A gare ka, ya Ubangiji, na yi kira; a gare ka Ubangiji na yi kukan neman jinƙai.
9 What profit is there in my blood, in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
“Wace riba ce a hallakata, a kuma gangarawa ta zuwa cikin rami? Ƙura za tă yabe ka ne? Za tă iya yin shelar amincinka?
10 Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper.
Ka ji, ya Ubangiji, ka kuwa yi mini jinƙai; Ya Ubangiji, ka zama taimakona.”
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Ka mai da kukata ta zama rawa; ka tuɓe rigar makokina ka sa mini na farin ciki,
12 That [my] glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.
don zuciyata za tă iya rera gare ka ba kuwa za tă yi shiru ba. Ya Ubangiji Allahna, zan yi maka godiya har abada.
