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 you, O LORD; for you have lifted me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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

O LORD my God, I cried unto you, and you have healed me.

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

O LORD, you have brought up my soul from the grave: you 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 unto the LORD, O all of you saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

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

For his anger endures but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

6 Pandakanzwa kugadzikana, ndakati, “Handingatongozungunuswi.”

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

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

LORD, by your favour you have made my mountain to stand strong: you did hide your face, and I was troubled.

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

I cried to you, O LORD; and unto the LORD 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 you? shall it declare your truth?

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

Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be you my helper.

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

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have put off 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 you, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto you for ever.