Mapisarema 30

1 Pisarema. Rwiyo rwokukumikidza temberi. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndichakukudzai imi Jehovha, nokuti makandisimudza kubva pakadzika, uye hamuna kutendera vavengi vangu kuti vafare pamusoro pangu.

I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Haiwa Jehovha Mwari wangu, ndakachemera rubatsiro kwamuri uye mukandiporesa.

O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.

3 Haiwa Jehovha, makandibudisa muguva; mukandirwira kuti ndirege kupinda mugomba. (Sheol h7585)

O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Imbirai Jehovha, imi vatsvene vake; rumbidzai zita rake dzvene.

Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.

5 Nokuti kutsamwa kwake ndokwenguva duku, asi nyasha dzake ndedzoupenyu hwose; kuchema kungangovapo usiku. Asi mufaro unouya mangwanani.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.

6 Pandakanzwa kugadzikana, ndakati, “Handingatongozungunuswi.”

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

7 Haiwa Jehovha, pamakandinzwira tsitsi, makaita kuti gomo rangu rimire rakasimba; asi pamakavanza chiso chenyu, ini ndakavhunduka.

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.

8 Ndakadana kwamuri, imi Jehovha; ndakachemera nyasha kuna Jehovha ndichiti,

I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.

9 “Chiiko chinowanikwa pakuparadzwa kwangu, napakupinda kwangu mugomba? Ko, guruva richakurumbidzai here? Richaparidza kutendeka kwenyu here?

What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?

10 Inzwai, imi Jehovha, mundinzwire ngoni; imi Jehovha, ivai mubatsiri wangu.”

Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Imi makashandura kuungudza kwangu kukava kutamba; makabvisa nguo dzangu dzamasaga mukandishongedza nomufaro,

Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

12 kuti mwoyo wangu ukuimbirei ugorega kunyarara. Haiwa Jehovha Mwari wangu, ndichakuvongai nokusingaperi.

to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.