Mapisarema 11

1 Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndinovanda muna Jehovha. Mungareva seiko kwandiri muchiti, “Tizira kugomo rako seshiri.

Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

2 Nokuti tarira, vakaipa vanowembura uta hwavo; vanogadzirira miseve yavo parukungiso, kuti vapfure vari murima, uyo akarurama pamwoyo.

For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

3 Kana nheyo dzaparadzwa, akarurama angaiteiko?”

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

4 Jehovha ari mutemberi yake tsvene; Jehovha ari pachigaro chake choushe chokudenga. Anocherechedza vanakomana vavanhu; meso ake anovaedza.

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

5 Jehovha anoedza vakarurama, asi vakaipa navanoda zvechisimba mweya wake unovavenga.

The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

6 Pane vakaipa anonayisa mazimbe omoto nesafuri inopfuta; mhepo inopisa ndiwo uchava mugove wavo.

He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

7 Nokuti Jehovha akarurama, anoda kururamisira; vanhu vakarurama vachaona chiso chake.

For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.