Psalms 51
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him after he had committed adultery with Bathsheba. God, please be gracious to me, because of your trustworthy love, because of your infinite kindness please wipe away my sins.
Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Panguva yakauya muprofita Natani kwaari shure kwokuita upombwe kwaDhavhidhi naBhatishebha. Ndinzwirei tsitsi, imi Mwari, nokuda kworudo rwenyu rusingaperi; dzimai kudarika kwangu nokuda kwengoni dzenyu huru.
2 Wash away all my guilt; cleanse me from my sin.
Shambidzai zvakaipa zvangu zvose uye mundinatse kubva pachivi changu.
3 I admit my rebellion; my sin always stares me in my face.
Nokuti ndinoziva kudarika kwangu, uye chivi changu chinogara chiri pamberi pangu.
4 I have sinned against you, you alone. I have done evil in your sight. So you are right in what you say, and fair when you judge.
Ndakakutadzirai imi, iyemi moga nokuita chinhu chakaipa pamberi penyu, kuti munzi makarurama pamunotaura uye musapomerwa mhosva pakutonga kwenyu.
5 It's true that I was born guilty—sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
Zvirokwazvo ndakanga ndiri mutadzi pandakaberekwa, ndiri mutadzi kubva pandakaumbwa mudumbu ramai vangu.
6 But you want truth on the inside; you teach me wisdom deep within.
Zvirokwazvo imi munoda chokwadi pakati pomwoyo; munondidzidzisa uchenjeri panzvimbo yomukatikati.
7 Purify me with hyssop so I can be clean; wash me so I can be whiter than snow.
Ndinatsei nehisopi, ipapo ndichachena; ndishambidzei, ipapo ndichachena sechando.
8 Please let me hear joy and happiness again; let the bones you have crushed be glad once more.
Ndiitei kuti ndinzwe mufaro nokufarisisa; itai kuti mapfupa amakapwanya afare.
9 Turn your face away from looking at my sins; please wipe away my guilt.
Vanzai chiso chenyu pazvivi zvangu uye mudzime zvakaipa zvangu zvose.
10 Create a pure mind in me, God, and make me trustworthy again.
Sikai mukati mangu mwoyo wakachena, imi Mwari, uye muvandudze mweya wakarurama mukati mangu.
11 Don't expel me from your presence; don't take away your Holy Spirit from me.
Regai kundirasa pamberi penyu kana kubvisa Mweya wenyu Mutsvene kwandiri.
12 Give me back the happiness of your salvation; help me to have a willing nature.
Dzoreraizve kwandiri mufaro woruponeso rwenyu, uye mundipe mweya unoda, kuti undiraramise.
13 Then I will teach your ways to rebellious people, and these sinners will come back to you.
Ipapo ndichadzidzisa vadariki nzira dzenyu, uye vatadzi vachatendeukira kwamuri.
14 God, please forgive me for the blood I have shed, God of my salvation, and I will sing for joy of your goodness.
Ndiponesei pamhosva yeropa, imi Mwari, iyemi Mwari anondiponesa, ipapo rurimi rwangu ruchaimba zvokururama kwenyu.
15 Open my lips so I can speak your praise!
Haiwa Ishe, zarurai miromo yangu, ipapo muromo wangu uchaparidza rumbidzo yenyu.
16 For sacrifices don't make you happy, or I would bring one; burnt offerings aren't what pleases you.
Hamufariri chibayiro, ndingadai ndakuvigirai, imi hamufariri zvipiriso zvinopiswa.
17 The “sacrifices” that God wants are on the inside—the brokenness of repentance. God won't reject a broken and sorrowful heart.
Zvibayiro zvaMwari mweya wakaputsika; mwoyo wakaputsika nowakapwanyika, imi Mwari hamuzoushori.
18 Be kind to Zion, help the city; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Pamufaro wenyu wakanaka, itai kuti Zioni ribudirire; muvake masvingo eJerusarema.
19 Then you will be pleased with sacrifices given in the right spirit, for all kinds of burnt offerings, and bulls sacrificed on your altar once more.
Ipapo pachava nezvibayiro zvakarurama, zvipiriso zvinopiswa zvakazara zvinokufadzai; ipapo hando dzichabayirwa paaritari yenyu.
