Psalms 3
1 A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Panguva yaakatiza Abhusaromu mwanakomana wake. Haiwa Jehovha, vadzivisi vangu vakawanda sei! Vakawanda sei vanondimukira!
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Vazhinji vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari haangamudzikinuri.” Sera
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
Asi imi Jehovha, muri nhoo yakandipoteredza; munoisa rukudzo pandiri uye munosimudza musoro wangu.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
Kuna Jehovha ndinodana nenzwi guru, uye anondipindura ari pagomo rake dzvene. Sera
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
Ndinovata pasi ndigokotsira; ndinomukazve, nokuti Jehovha anonditsigira.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
Handizotyi makumi ezviuru vakandikomba kuti vandirwise.
7 O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Simukai, imi Jehovha! Ndirwirei, imi Mwari wangu! Rovai vavengi vangu vose pashaya; gurai meno avakaipa.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Rusununguko runobva kuna Jehovha. Maropafadzo enyu ngaave pamusoro pavanhu venyu. Sera
