Psalms 39
1 To the chief Musician, [even] to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
Kwa mwimbishaji. Mtindo wa Yeduthuni. Zaburi ya Daudi. Nilisema, “Nitaziangalia njia zangu na kuuzuia ulimi wangu usije ukatenda dhambi; nitaweka lijamu kinywani mwangu wakati wote waovu wanapokuwa karibu nami.”
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, [even] from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
Lakini niliponyamaza kimya na kutulia, hata pasipo kusema lolote jema, uchungu wangu uliongezeka.
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: [then] I spoke with my tongue.
Moyo wangu ulipata moto ndani yangu, nilipotafakari, moto uliwaka, ndipo nikasema kwa ulimi wangu:
4 LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it [is]; [that] I may know how frail I [am].
“Ee Bwana, nijulishe mwisho wa maisha yangu na hesabu ya siku zangu; nijalie kujua jinsi maisha yangu yanavyopita upesi.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days [as] a hand-breadth; and my age [is] as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state [is] altogether vanity. (Selah)
Umefanya maisha yangu mafupi kama pumzi; muda wangu wa kuishi ni kama hauna thamani kwako. Maisha ya kila mwanadamu ni kama pumzi.
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.
Hakika kila binadamu ni kama njozi aendapo huku na huko: hujishughulisha na mengi lakini ni ubatili; anakusanya mali nyingi, wala hajui ni nani atakayeifaidi.
7 And now, LORD, what wait I for? my hope [is] in thee.
“Lakini sasa Bwana, nitafute nini? Tumaini langu ni kwako.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Niokoe kutoka kwenye makosa yangu yote, usinifanye kuwa dhihaka ya wapumbavu.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst [it].
Nilinyamaza kimya, sikufumbua kinywa changu, kwa sababu wewe ndiwe uliyetenda hili.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me; I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Niondolee mjeledi wako, nimeshindwa kwa mapigo ya mkono wako.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man [is] vanity. (Selah)
Unakemea na kuadhibu wanadamu kwa ajili ya dhambi zao; unaharibu utajiri wao kama nondo aharibuvyo: kila mwanadamu ni kama pumzi tu.
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I [am] a stranger with thee, [and] a sojourner, as all my fathers [were].
“Ee Bwana, usikie maombi yangu, usikie kilio changu unisaidie, usiwe kiziwi kwa kulia kwangu. Kwani mimi ninaishi na wewe kama mgeni, kama walivyokuwa baba zangu wote,
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
Tazama mbali nami, ili niweze kufurahi tena kabla sijaondoka na nisiwepo tena.”
