Psalms 108

1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.

Rwiyo. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Mwoyo wangu wakasimba, Mwari imi; ndichaimba uye ndichaimba zvakanaka nomwoyo wangu wose.

2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!

Muka iwe mutengeranwa nembira! Ndichamutsa mambakwedza.

3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.

Haiwa Jehovha ndichakurumbidzai pakati pendudzi; ndichaimba nezvenyu pakati pamarudzi. Kutendeka kwenyu kunosvika kumatenga.

4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.

Nokuti rudo rwenyu rukuru, kupfuura kudenga denga;

5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.

Kudzwai, imi Mwari, kumusoro kwokudenga, uye kurumbidzwa kwenyu ngakuve pamusoro penyika yose.

6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!

Tiponesei uye mutibatsire noruoko rwenyu rworudyi, kuti vamunoda varwirwe.

7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

Mwari akataura ari panzvimbo yake tsvene achiti, “Pakukunda kwangu ndichaganhura Shekemu, uye ndigoyera Mupata weSukoti.

8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;

Gireadhi ndeyangu, Manase ndowangu; Efuremu inguwani yangu, Judha itsvimbo yangu.

9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

Moabhu ndiwo mudziyo wangu wokugezera, pamusoro paEdhomu ndichapotsera shangu dzangu; pamusoro paFiristia ndichapembera mukukunda.”

10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?

Ndianiko achandiuyisa muguta rakakomberedzwa namasvingo? Ndianiko achanditungamirira kuEdhomu?

11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.

Ko, hamusimi here, imi Mwari, iyemi makatiramba uye mukasazobudazve kuenda nehondo dzedu?

12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:

Tibatsirei pamuvengi wedu, nokuti rubatsiro rwomunhu haruna maturo.

13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.

Tichapiwa kukunda naMwari, uye achatsika-tsika vavengi vedu.