Mapisarema 108

1 Rwiyo. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Mwoyo wangu wakasimba, Mwari imi; ndichaimba uye ndichaimba zvakanaka nomwoyo wangu wose.

A song. A psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I would sing, I would make music; awake, my soul.

2 Muka iwe mutengeranwa nembira! Ndichamutsa mambakwedza.

Awake, harp and lyre; I would wake the dawn.

3 Haiwa Jehovha ndichakurumbidzai pakati pendudzi; ndichaimba nezvenyu pakati pamarudzi. Kutendeka kwenyu kunosvika kumatenga.

I would praise you among the peoples, O Lord; make music among the nations to you.

4 Nokuti rudo rwenyu rukuru, kupfuura kudenga denga;

For great to heaven is your love, and your faithfulness to the clouds.

5 Kudzwai, imi Mwari, kumusoro kwokudenga, uye kurumbidzwa kwenyu ngakuve pamusoro penyika yose.

Be exalted, O God, o’er the heavens, and your glory o’er all the earth.

6 Tiponesei uye mutibatsire noruoko rwenyu rworudyi, kuti vamunoda varwirwe.

So those you love may be rescued, save by your right hand and answer us.

7 Mwari akataura ari panzvimbo yake tsvene achiti, “Pakukunda kwangu ndichaganhura Shekemu, uye ndigoyera Mupata weSukoti.

God did solemnly swear: “As victor will I divide Shechem, portion out the valley of Succoth.

8 Gireadhi ndeyangu, Manase ndowangu; Efuremu inguwani yangu, Judha itsvimbo yangu.

Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, Ephraim is my helmet, Judah my sceptre of rule,

9 Moabhu ndiwo mudziyo wangu wokugezera, pamusoro paEdhomu ndichapotsera shangu dzangu; pamusoro paFiristia ndichapembera mukukunda.”

Moab the pot that I wash in, on Edom I hurl my sandal, I shout o’er Philistia in triumph.”

10 Ndianiko achandiuyisa muguta rakakomberedzwa namasvingo? Ndianiko achanditungamirira kuEdhomu?

O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!

11 Ko, hamusimi here, imi Mwari, iyemi makatiramba uye mukasazobudazve kuenda nehondo dzedu?

Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.

12 Tibatsirei pamuvengi wedu, nokuti rubatsiro rwomunhu haruna maturo.

Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.

13 Tichapiwa kukunda naMwari, uye achatsika-tsika vavengi vedu.

With God we shall yet do bravely, he himself will tread down our foes.