Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up against me.
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Panguva yaakatiza Abhusaromu mwanakomana wake. Haiwa Jehovha, vadzivisi vangu vakawanda sei! Vakawanda sei vanondimukira!
2 Many there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Vazhinji vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari haangamudzikinuri.” Sera
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Asi imi Jehovha, muri nhoo yakandipoteredza; munoisa rukudzo pandiri uye munosimudza musoro wangu.
4 With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
Kuna Jehovha ndinodana nenzwi guru, uye anondipindura ari pagomo rake dzvene. Sera
5 I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
Ndinovata pasi ndigokotsira; ndinomukazve, nokuti Jehovha anonditsigira.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Handizotyi makumi ezviuru vakandikomba kuti vandirwise.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Simukai, imi Jehovha! Ndirwirei, imi Mwari wangu! Rovai vavengi vangu vose pashaya; gurai meno avakaipa.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
Rusununguko runobva kuna Jehovha. Maropafadzo enyu ngaave pamusoro pavanhu venyu. Sera
