Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Panguva yaakatiza Abhusaromu mwanakomana wake. Haiwa Jehovha, vadzivisi vangu vakawanda sei! Vakawanda sei vanondimukira!
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Vazhinji vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari haangamudzikinuri.” Sera
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Asi imi Jehovha, muri nhoo yakandipoteredza; munoisa rukudzo pandiri uye munosimudza musoro wangu.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Kuna Jehovha ndinodana nenzwi guru, uye anondipindura ari pagomo rake dzvene. Sera
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Ndinovata pasi ndigokotsira; ndinomukazve, nokuti Jehovha anonditsigira.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Handizotyi makumi ezviuru vakandikomba kuti vandirwise.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Simukai, imi Jehovha! Ndirwirei, imi Mwari wangu! Rovai vavengi vangu vose pashaya; gurai meno avakaipa.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Rusununguko runobva kuna Jehovha. Maropafadzo enyu ngaave pamusoro pavanhu venyu. Sera
