Psalms 57
1 `In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
Kumutungamiri wokuimba namaimbiro okuti, “Musaparadza.” Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Rwiyo rweMikitami. Paakatiza kubva kuna Sauro akapinda mubako. Ndinzwirei ngoni, imi Mwari, ndinzwirei ngoni, nokuti mweya wangu unovanda mamuri. Ndichavanda mumumvuri wamapapiro enyu, kusvikira njodzi yapfuura.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
Ndinodanidzira kuna Mwari Wokumusoro-soro, kuna Mwari anozadzisa chinangwa chake kwandiri.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
Anotuma kubva kudenga agondiponesa, achituka vaya vanondidzingirira nehasha; Sera Mwari anotumira rudo rwake nokutendeka kwake.
4 and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
Ndiri pakati peshumba; ndinovata pakati pemhuka dzinokara, ivo vanhu vane meno amapfumo nemiseve, vane ndimi dzinopinza seminondo.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
Kudzwai, imi Mwari, pamusoro pamatenga; kubwinya kwenyu ngakuve pamusoro penyika yose. Sera
6 Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
Vanowaririra tsoka dzangu mimbure, ndakakotamiswa pasi nenhamo. Vakachera gomba panzira yangu, asi vakawiramo vamene. Sera
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
Mwoyo wangu wakasimba, Mwari wangu, mwoyo wangu wakasimba; ndichaimba uye ndichaimba rwiyo.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Chimuka iwe mweya wangu! Mukai imi mutengeranwa nembira! Ini ndichamutsa mambakwedza.
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
Ndichakurumbidzai imi, iyemi Ishe, pakati pendudzi; ndichakuimbirai pakati pamarudzi.
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
Nokuti rudo rwenyu rukuru, runosvika kudenga denga; kutendeka kwenyu kunosvika kumusoro.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Kudzwai, imi Mwari, pamusoro pamatenga; kubwinya kwenyu ngakuve pamusoro penyika yose.
