Psalms 122

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. I rejoiced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.

Rwiyo rworwendo rwaDhavhidhi. Ndakafara pavakati kwandiri, “Handei kumba yaJehovha.”

2 Our feete shall stand in thy gates, O Ierusalem.

Tsoka dzedu dzimire mukati mamasuo ako, iwe Jerusarema.

3 Ierusalem is builded as a citie, that is compact together in it selfe:

Jerusarema rakavakwa seguta rakapakata kwazvo.

4 Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lord.

Ndiko kunokwira marudzi, iwo marudzi aJehovha, kundorumbidza zita raJehovha maererano nezvakatemerwa Israeri.

5 For there are thrones set for iudgement, euen the thrones of the house of Dauid.

Zvigaro zvokutonga zvimire ikoko, zvigaro zvoushe zveimba yaDhavhidhi.

6 Pray for the peace of Ierusalem: let them prosper that loue thee.

Nyengetererai rugare rweJerusarema: “Vanokuda dai vagara zvakanaka.

7 Peace be within thy walles, and prosperitie within thy palaces.

Dai mukati mamasvingo ako maita rugare, nokuchengetedzeka mukati menhare dzako.”

8 For my brethren and neighbours sakes I will wish thee now prosperitie.

Nokuda kwehama neshamwari dzangu, ndichati, “Rugare ngaruve mukati mako.”

9 Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.

Nokuda kweimba yaJehovha Mwari wedu, ndichatsvaka kubudirira kwako.