< Psalms 21 >

1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Haiwa Jehovha, mambo anofara musimba renyu. Mufaro wake mukuru sei pakukunda kwamunomupa!
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Makamupa zvinodikanwa nomwoyo wake, uye hamuna kumunyima zvaikumbirwa nomuromo wake. Sera
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Makamugamuchira nemikomborero yakapfuma, uye makadzika pamusoro pake korona yegoridhe yakachena.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Akakukumbirai upenyu, mukamupa mazuva mazhinji, nokusingaperi-peri.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Kubudikidza nokukunda kwamakamupa, kukudzwa kwake kukuru; makaisa pamusoro pake kubwinya nokukudzwa.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Zvirokwazvo makamupa maropafadzo anogara nokusingaperi, mukamufadza nomufaro pamberi penyu.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Nokuti mambo anovimba naJehovha; nokuda kworudo rusingaperi rwoWokumusoro-soro, iye haangazungunuswi.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Ruoko rwenyu ruchabata vavengi venyu vose; ruoko rwenyu rworudyi ruchabata vavengi venyu.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Panguva yokuonekwa kwenyu muchavaita sevira romoto. Jehovha achavamedza nehasha dzake, uye moto wake uchavaparadza.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Muchaparadza zvizvarwa zvavo kubva panyika, vana vavo kubva pakati pavanhu.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Kunyange vachirangana zvakaipa pamusoro penyu nokufunga mano akaipa, havangagoni kubudirira;
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
nokuti muchaita kuti vafuratire, pamuchavananga nouta hwakawemburwa.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
Simudzirwai, imi Jehovha, musimba renyu; tichaimba uye ticharumbidza simba renyu.

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