Psalms 30
1 A psalm; a song at the dedication of the temple. A psalm of David. I will exalt you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up and have not allowed my enemies to rejoice over me.
Pisarema. Rwiyo rwokukumikidza temberi. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndichakukudzai imi Jehovha, nokuti makandisimudza kubva pakadzika, uye hamuna kutendera vavengi vangu kuti vafare pamusoro pangu.
2 Yahweh my God, I cried to you for help, and you healed me.
Haiwa Jehovha Mwari wangu, ndakachemera rubatsiro kwamuri uye mukandiporesa.
3 Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you have kept me alive from going down to the grave. (Sheol h7585)
Haiwa Jehovha, makandibudisa muguva; mukandirwira kuti ndirege kupinda mugomba. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praises to Yahweh, you his faithful people! Give thanks when you remember his holiness.
Imbirai Jehovha, imi vatsvene vake; rumbidzai zita rake dzvene.
5 For his anger is only for a moment; but his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping comes for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Nokuti kutsamwa kwake ndokwenguva duku, asi nyasha dzake ndedzoupenyu hwose; kuchema kungangovapo usiku. Asi mufaro unouya mangwanani.
6 In confidence I said, “I will never be shaken.”
Pandakanzwa kugadzikana, ndakati, “Handingatongozungunuswi.”
7 Yahweh, by your favor you established me as a strong mountain; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.
Haiwa Jehovha, pamakandinzwira tsitsi, makaita kuti gomo rangu rimire rakasimba; asi pamakavanza chiso chenyu, ini ndakavhunduka.
8 I cried to you, Yahweh, and sought favor from my Lord!
Ndakadana kwamuri, imi Jehovha; ndakachemera nyasha kuna Jehovha ndichiti,
9 What advantage is there in my death, if I go down to the grave? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your trustworthiness?
“Chiiko chinowanikwa pakuparadzwa kwangu, napakupinda kwangu mugomba? Ko, guruva richakurumbidzai here? Richaparidza kutendeka kwenyu here?
10 Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me! Yahweh, be my helper.
Inzwai, imi Jehovha, mundinzwire ngoni; imi Jehovha, ivai mubatsiri wangu.”
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have removed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness.
Imi makashandura kuungudza kwangu kukava kutamba; makabvisa nguo dzangu dzamasaga mukandishongedza nomufaro,
12 So now my glory will sing praise to you and not be silent; Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
kuti mwoyo wangu ukuimbirei ugorega kunyarara. Haiwa Jehovha Mwari wangu, ndichakuvongai nokusingaperi.
