Psalms 3
1 [A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] YHWH, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Panguva yaakatiza Abhusaromu mwanakomana wake. Haiwa Jehovha, vadzivisi vangu vakawanda sei! Vakawanda sei vanondimukira!
2 Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
Vazhinji vanoti kwandiri, “Mwari haangamudzikinuri.” Sera
3 But you, YHWH, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Asi imi Jehovha, muri nhoo yakandipoteredza; munoisa rukudzo pandiri uye munosimudza musoro wangu.
4 I cried out to YHWH with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Kuna Jehovha ndinodana nenzwi guru, uye anondipindura ari pagomo rake dzvene. Sera
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for YHWH sustains me.
Ndinovata pasi ndigokotsira; ndinomukazve, nokuti Jehovha anonditsigira.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Handizotyi makumi ezviuru vakandikomba kuti vandirwise.
7 Arise, YHWH. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
Simukai, imi Jehovha! Ndirwirei, imi Mwari wangu! Rovai vavengi vangu vose pashaya; gurai meno avakaipa.
8 Salvation belongs to YHWH. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
Rusununguko runobva kuna Jehovha. Maropafadzo enyu ngaave pamusoro pavanhu venyu. Sera
