< Psalms 144 >

1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Jehovha Dombo rangu ngaarumbidzwe, iye anodzidzisa maoko angu kurwa.
2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing 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 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
Haiwa Jehovha, munhu chiiko zvamune hanya naye? Kana mwanakomana womunhu zvamunomufunga?
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Munhu akafanana nomweya wokufema; mazuva ake akaita somumvuri unopfuura.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Zarurai matenga enyu, imi Jehovha, uye muburuke; batai makomo, kuti apfungaire utsi.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Tumirai mheni mugoparadzira vavengi; pfurai miseve yenyu mugovapedza.
7 Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Tambanudzai ruoko rwenyu kubva kumusoro; ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamvura zhinji ine simba, kubva mumaoko avatorwa
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
vane miromo izere nenhema, maoko avo orudyi anonyengera.
9 O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
Haiwa Mwari, ndichakuimbirai rwiyo rutsva; ndichakuimbirai nziyo dzokurumbidza nomutengeranwa une hungiso gumi,
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
iye anopa kukunda kumadzimambo, anorwira muranda wake Dhavhidhi kubva pamunondo unouraya.
11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
Ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamaoko avatorwa, vane miromo izere nenhema, vane maoko orudyi anonyengera.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
Ipapo vanakomana vedu pauduku hwavo vachava semiti yakakura zvakanaka, uye vanasikana vedu vachava sembiru dzakavezwa kuti dzishongedze muzinda wamambo.
13 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Matura edu achazadzwa nemhando dzose dzezviyo. Makwai edu achawanda nezviuru, nezviuru gumi mumafuro edu;
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
nzombe dzedu dzichatakura mitoro inorema. Hapachazova nokuputswa kwamasvingo, hapachazova nokuenda kuutapwa, hapachazova nokuchema nenhamo, munzira dzedu dzomumisha.
15 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vachaitirwa saizvozvi; vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vana Jehovha Mwari wavo.

< Psalms 144 >