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 [and] Song, [at] the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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

O LORD my God, I cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.

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

O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing to the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

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 [endureth but] a moment; in his favor [is] life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.

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

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

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.

LORD, by thy favor thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was troubled.

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

I cried to thee, O LORD; and to the LORD I made supplication.

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, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

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

Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

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

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

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.

To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.