Mapisarema 144
1 Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Jehovha Dombo rangu ngaarumbidzwe, iye anodzidzisa maoko angu kurwa.
Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
2 Ndiye Mwari anondida uye nhare yangu, shongwe yangu nomudzikinuri wangu, nenhoo yangu uye ndinovanda maari, iye anoisa marudzi pasi pangu.
My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3 Haiwa Jehovha, munhu chiiko zvamune hanya naye? Kana mwanakomana womunhu zvamunomufunga?
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Munhu akafanana nomweya wokufema; mazuva ake akaita somumvuri unopfuura.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 Zarurai matenga enyu, imi Jehovha, uye muburuke; batai makomo, kuti apfungaire utsi.
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Tumirai mheni mugoparadzira vavengi; pfurai miseve yenyu mugovapedza.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
7 Tambanudzai ruoko rwenyu kubva kumusoro; ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamvura zhinji ine simba, kubva mumaoko avatorwa
Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 vane miromo izere nenhema, maoko avo orudyi anonyengera.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9 Haiwa Mwari, ndichakuimbirai rwiyo rutsva; ndichakuimbirai nziyo dzokurumbidza nomutengeranwa une hungiso gumi,
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 iye anopa kukunda kumadzimambo, anorwira muranda wake Dhavhidhi kubva pamunondo unouraya.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
11 Ndirwirei uye mundinunure kubva pamaoko avatorwa, vane miromo izere nenhema, vane maoko orudyi anonyengera.
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
12 Ipapo vanakomana vedu pauduku hwavo vachava semiti yakakura zvakanaka, uye vanasikana vedu vachava sembiru dzakavezwa kuti dzishongedze muzinda wamambo.
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 Matura edu achazadzwa nemhando dzose dzezviyo. Makwai edu achawanda nezviuru, nezviuru gumi mumafuro edu;
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 nzombe dzedu dzichatakura mitoro inorema. Hapachazova nokuputswa kwamasvingo, hapachazova nokuenda kuutapwa, hapachazova nokuchema nenhamo, munzira dzedu dzomumisha.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
15 Vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vachaitirwa saizvozvi; vakaropafadzwa vanhu avo vana Jehovha Mwari wavo.
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
