Psalms 82

1 A Melody of Asaph. God, hath taken his place in the august assembly, In the midst of the gods, will he judge.

Pisarema raAsafi. Mwari anogara paungano huru; anotonga pakati pa“vamwari” achiti,

2 How long will ye judge perversely, And, the countenances of the lawless, uplift? (Selah)

“Muchasvika riniko muchirwira vasakarurama uye muchisanangura vanhu vakaipa? Sera

3 Vindicate the weak and the fatherless, The oppressed and the poor, see righted;

Tongai mhaka dzavasina simba nenherera; chengetedzai kodzero dzavarombo navakadzvinyirirwa.

4 Deliver the weak and the needy, Out of the hand of the lawless, make rescue.

Nunurai vasina simba navanoshayiwa; varwirei paruoko rwowakaipa.

5 They know not, neither can they perceive, In darkness, they wander, All the foundations of the earth do shake.

“Havana chavanoziva, havana chavanonzwisisa. Vanongofamba-famba murima; nheyo dzose dzenyika dzinozungunuswa.

6 I, said, Gods, ye are, Yea, sons of the Highest, are ye all;

“Ndakati, ‘Muri vamwari; imi mose muri vanakomana veWokumusoro-soro.’

7 But indeed, like the earth-born, shall ye die! And, like one of the princes, shall ye fall!

Asi muchafa savanhuwo zvavo; muchawa savatongi vose.”

8 Arise! O God, judge thou the earth, For, thou, wilt inherit all the nations.

Simukai, imi Mwari, mutonge nyika, nokuti ndudzi dzose inhaka yenyu.