Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Panguva yaakatiza Abhusaromu mwanakomana wake. Haiwa Jehovha, vadzivisi vangu vakawanda sei! Vakawanda sei vanondimukira!
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Vazhinji vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari haangamudzikinuri.” Sera
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
Asi imi Jehovha, muri nhoo yakandipoteredza; munoisa rukudzo pandiri uye munosimudza musoro wangu.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Kuna Jehovha ndinodana nenzwi guru, uye anondipindura ari pagomo rake dzvene. Sera
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Ndinovata pasi ndigokotsira; ndinomukazve, nokuti Jehovha anonditsigira.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Handizotyi makumi ezviuru vakandikomba kuti vandirwise.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Simukai, imi Jehovha! Ndirwirei, imi Mwari wangu! Rovai vavengi vangu vose pashaya; gurai meno avakaipa.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Rusununguko runobva kuna Jehovha. Maropafadzo enyu ngaave pamusoro pavanhu venyu. Sera
