Mapisarema 120

1 Rwiyo rworwendo. Ndinodana kuna Jehovha mukutambudzika kwangu, uye anondipindura.

A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

2 Haiwa Jehovha, ndiponesei pamiromo inoreva nhema, nendimi dzinonyengera.

‘Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.’

3 Achaiteiko kwauri, uye chimwe chiiko kunze kwezvizvi, iwe rurimi runonyengera?

What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

4 Achakuranga nemiseve yakapinza yemhare, namazimbe anopfuta omuti womurara.

Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

5 Ndine nhamo ini ndinogara muMesheki, kuti ndinogara pakati pamatende eKedhari!

Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

6 Ndakagara nguva refu pakati pavanovenga rugare.

Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

7 Ndiri munhu worugare; asi pandinotaura, ivo ndevehondo.

I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.