Mapisarema 11

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

“To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

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

For lo, the wicked bend their bow, they arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

3 Kana nheyo dzaparadzwa, akarurama angaiteiko?”

For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

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 hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

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

The Lord proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.