Psalms 144
1 [A Psalm off] David. Blessed be the LORD my rock, which teacheth my hands to war, [and] my fingers to fight:
Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Jehovha Dombo rangu ngaarumbidzwe, iye anodzidzisa maoko angu kurwa.
2 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, 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 knowledge of him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
Haiwa Jehovha, munhu chiiko zvamune hanya naye? Kana mwanakomana womunhu zvamunomufunga?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Munhu akafanana nomweya wokufema; mazuva ake akaita somumvuri unopfuura.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Zarurai matenga enyu, imi Jehovha, uye muburuke; batai makomo, kuti apfungaire utsi.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
Tumirai mheni mugoparadzira vavengi; pfurai miseve yenyu mugovapedza.
7 Stretch forth thine hand from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strangers;
Tambanudzai ruoko rwenyu kubva kumusoro; ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamvura zhinji ine simba, kubva mumaoko avatorwa
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
vane miromo izere nenhema, maoko avo orudyi anonyengera.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
Haiwa Mwari, ndichakuimbirai rwiyo rutsva; ndichakuimbirai nziyo dzokurumbidza nomutengeranwa une hungiso gumi,
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
iye anopa kukunda kumadzimambo, anorwira muranda wake Dhavhidhi kubva pamunondo unouraya.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh 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 When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth; and our daughters as corner stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;
Ipapo vanakomana vedu pauduku hwavo vachava semiti yakakura zvakanaka, uye vanasikana vedu vachava sembiru dzakavezwa kuti dzishongedze muzinda wamambo.
13 [When] our garners are full, affording all manner of store; [and] our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
Matura edu achazadzwa nemhando dzose dzezviyo. Makwai edu achawanda nezviuru, nezviuru gumi mumafuro edu;
14 [When] our oxen are well laden; [when there is] no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets;
nzombe dzedu dzichatakura mitoro inorema. Hapachazova nokuputswa kwamasvingo, hapachazova nokuenda kuutapwa, hapachazova nokuchema nenhamo, munzira dzedu dzomumisha.
15 Happy is the people, that is in such a case: [yea], happy is the people, whose God is the LORD.
Vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vachaitirwa saizvozvi; vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vana Jehovha Mwari wavo.
