Mapisarema 144
1 Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Jehovha Dombo rangu ngaarumbidzwe, iye anodzidzisa maoko angu kurwa.
A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
2 Ndiye Mwari anondida uye nhare yangu, shongwe yangu nomudzikinuri wangu, nenhoo yangu uye ndinovanda maari, iye anoisa marudzi pasi pangu.
My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.
3 Haiwa Jehovha, munhu chiiko zvamune hanya naye? Kana mwanakomana womunhu zvamunomufunga?
LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?
4 Munhu akafanana nomweya wokufema; mazuva ake akaita somumvuri unopfuura.
Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Zarurai matenga enyu, imi Jehovha, uye muburuke; batai makomo, kuti apfungaire utsi.
O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Tumirai mheni mugoparadzira vavengi; pfurai miseve yenyu mugovapedza.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Tambanudzai ruoko rwenyu kubva kumusoro; ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamvura zhinji ine simba, kubva mumaoko avatorwa
Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
8 vane miromo izere nenhema, maoko avo orudyi anonyengera.
Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
9 Haiwa Mwari, ndichakuimbirai rwiyo rutsva; ndichakuimbirai nziyo dzokurumbidza nomutengeranwa une hungiso gumi,
O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
10 iye anopa kukunda kumadzimambo, anorwira muranda wake Dhavhidhi kubva pamunondo unouraya.
Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamaoko avatorwa, vane miromo izere nenhema, vane maoko orudyi anonyengera.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
12 Ipapo vanakomana vedu pauduku hwavo vachava semiti yakakura zvakanaka, uye vanasikana vedu vachava sembiru dzakavezwa kuti dzishongedze muzinda wamambo.
We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;
13 Matura edu achazadzwa nemhando dzose dzezviyo. Makwai edu achawanda nezviuru, nezviuru gumi mumafuro edu;
Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14 nzombe dzedu dzichatakura mitoro inorema. Hapachazova nokuputswa kwamasvingo, hapachazova nokuenda kuutapwa, hapachazova nokuchema nenhamo, munzira dzedu dzomumisha.
Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
15 Vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vachaitirwa saizvozvi; vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vana Jehovha Mwari wavo.
Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
