Psalms 30

1 A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house. I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.

Pisarema. Rwiyo rwokukumikidza temberi. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndichakukudzai imi Jehovha, nokuti makandisimudza kubva pakadzika, uye hamuna kutendera vavengi vangu kuti vafare pamusoro pangu.

2 O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.

Haiwa Jehovha Mwari wangu, ndakachemera rubatsiro kwamuri uye mukandiporesa.

3 Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Haiwa Jehovha, makandibudisa muguva; mukandirwira kuti ndirege kupinda mugomba. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

Imbirai Jehovha, imi vatsvene vake; rumbidzai zita rake dzvene.

5 For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

Nokuti kutsamwa kwake ndokwenguva duku, asi nyasha dzake ndedzoupenyu hwose; kuchema kungangovapo usiku. Asi mufaro unouya mangwanani.

6 And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

Pandakanzwa kugadzikana, ndakati, “Handingatongozungunuswi.”

7 O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

Haiwa Jehovha, pamakandinzwira tsitsi, makaita kuti gomo rangu rimire rakasimba; asi pamakavanza chiso chenyu, ini ndakavhunduka.

8 To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

Ndakadana kwamuri, imi Jehovha; ndakachemera nyasha kuna Jehovha ndichiti,

9 What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

“Chiiko chinowanikwa pakuparadzwa kwangu, napakupinda kwangu mugomba? Ko, guruva richakurumbidzai here? Richaparidza kutendeka kwenyu here?

10 The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

Inzwai, imi Jehovha, mundinzwire ngoni; imi Jehovha, ivai mubatsiri wangu.”

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

Imi makashandura kuungudza kwangu kukava kutamba; makabvisa nguo dzangu dzamasaga mukandishongedza nomufaro,

12 To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.

kuti mwoyo wangu ukuimbirei ugorega kunyarara. Haiwa Jehovha Mwari wangu, ndichakuvongai nokusingaperi.