Psalms 144
1 “By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Jehovha Dombo rangu ngaarumbidzwe, iye anodzidzisa maoko angu kurwa.
2 My kindness, and my strong-hold; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
Ndiye Mwari anondida uye nhare yangu, shongwe yangu nomudzikinuri wangu, nenhoo yangu uye ndinovanda maari, iye anoisa marudzi pasi pangu.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
Haiwa Jehovha, munhu chiiko zvamune hanya naye? Kana mwanakomana womunhu zvamunomufunga?
4 Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
Munhu akafanana nomweya wokufema; mazuva ake akaita somumvuri unopfuura.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Zarurai matenga enyu, imi Jehovha, uye muburuke; batai makomo, kuti apfungaire utsi.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Tumirai mheni mugoparadzira vavengi; pfurai miseve yenyu mugovapedza.
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.
Tambanudzai ruoko rwenyu kubva kumusoro; ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamvura zhinji ine simba, kubva mumaoko avatorwa
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
vane miromo izere nenhema, maoko avo orudyi anonyengera.
9 O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
Haiwa Mwari, ndichakuimbirai rwiyo rutsva; ndichakuimbirai nziyo dzokurumbidza nomutengeranwa une hungiso gumi,
10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
iye anopa kukunda kumadzimambo, anorwira muranda wake Dhavhidhi kubva pamunondo unouraya.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
Ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamaoko avatorwa, vane miromo izere nenhema, vane maoko orudyi anonyengera.
12 So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model of a palace.
Ipapo vanakomana vedu pauduku hwavo vachava semiti yakakura zvakanaka, uye vanasikana vedu vachava sembiru dzakavezwa kuti dzishongedze muzinda wamambo.
13 May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
Matura edu achazadzwa nemhando dzose dzezviyo. Makwai edu achawanda nezviuru, nezviuru gumi mumafuro edu;
14 May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
nzombe dzedu dzichatakura mitoro inorema. Hapachazova nokuputswa kwamasvingo, hapachazova nokuenda kuutapwa, hapachazova nokuchema nenhamo, munzira dzedu dzomumisha.
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
Vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vachaitirwa saizvozvi; vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vana Jehovha Mwari wavo.
