Psalms 39
1 To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before 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 dumb with silence, I held my peace from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
Asi pandakanga ndinyerere uye ndakadzikama, ndisingatauri kana chakanaka zvacho, kurwadziwa kwangu kwakawedzerwa.
3 My heart burned within me; the fire was kindled in my musing: I spoke with my tongue,
Mwoyo wangu wakapisa mukati mangu, uye pandakafungisisa, moto ukapisa; ipapo ndakataura norurimi rwangu ndikati:
4 Make me to know, Jehovah, mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I shall know how frail I am.
“Ndiratidzei, imi Jehovha, magumo oupenyu hwangu nokuwanda kwamazuva angu; ndizivisei kupfuura kwoupenyu hwangu.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days [as] hand-breadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before thee; verily, every man, [even] the high placed, is altogether vanity. (Selah)
Makaita mazuva angu soupamhi hwechanza changu; kuwanda kwamakore angu kwakaita sechinhu chisipo pamberi penyu. Upenyu hwomunhu mumwe nomumwe mweya bedzi.
6 Verily, man walketh in a vain show; verily they are disquieted in vain; he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.
Munhu anongori mumvuri zvaanofamba-famba hake: anofamba nomufaro mukuru, asi zvinongova pasina; anounganidza pfuma, asingazivi achazoitora.
7 And now, what wait I for, Lord? my hope is in thee.
“Asi zvino, Ishe, ndakamirireiko? Tariro yangu iri mamuri.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Ndiponesei pakudarika kwangu kwose; regai kundiita chiseko chamapenzi.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; for thou hast done [it].
Ndakanga ndinyerere; handina kushamisa muromo wangu, nokuti ndimi makaita izvi.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Bvisai shamhu yenyu kwandiri; ndakundwa nokurova kworuoko rwenyu.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct a man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely, every man is vanity. (Selah)
Munorayira uye munoranga vanhu nokuda kwezvivi zvavo, munoparadza pfuma yavo sechipfukuto, munhu mumwe nomumwe mweya zvawo. Sera
12 Hear my prayer, Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.
“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 Look away from me, and let me recover strength, before I go hence and be no more.
Ringirai kure neni, kuti ndimbofarazve ndisati ndabva uye ndisisipo.”
