Zabura 30

1 Zabura ce. Wata waƙa. Don keɓewar haikali. Ta Dawuda. Zan girmama ka Ya Ubangiji, gama ka tsamo ni daga zurfafa ba ka bar abokan gābana sun yi farin ciki a kaina ba.

A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Ya Ubangiji Allahna, na yi kira gare ka don taimako ka kuwa warkar da ni.

I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me.

3 Ya Ubangiji, ka dawo da ni daga kabari; ka kiyaye ni daga gangarawa zuwa cikin rami. (Sheol h7585)

You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)

4 Ku rera ga Ubangiji, ku tsarkakansa; ku yabi sunansa mai tsarki.

Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.

5 Gama fushinsa na ɗan lokaci ne amma alherinsa har matuƙa ne; mai yiwuwa a yi kuka da dare amma farin ciki kan zo da safe.

For his anger lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

6 Sa’ad da nake lafiya, na ce, “Ba zan jijjigu ba.”

When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

7 Ya Ubangiji, sa’ad da ka yi mini alheri, ka sa katangar dutsena ya tsaya daram; amma sa’ad da ka ɓoye fuskarka, sai in cika da tsoro.

For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

8 A gare ka, ya Ubangiji, na yi kira; a gare ka Ubangiji na yi kukan neman jinƙai.

Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,

9 “Wace riba ce a hallakata, a kuma gangarawa ta zuwa cikin rami? Ƙura za tă yabe ka ne? Za tă iya yin shelar amincinka?

‘What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

10 Ka ji, ya Ubangiji, ka kuwa yi mini jinƙai; Ya Ubangiji, ka zama taimakona.”

Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’

11 Ka mai da kukata ta zama rawa; ka tuɓe rigar makokina ka sa mini na farin ciki,

You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:

12 don zuciyata za tă iya rera gare ka ba kuwa za tă yi shiru ba. Ya Ubangiji Allahna, zan yi maka godiya har abada.

that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.