Mapisarema 39
1 Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Kuna Jedhutuni. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndakati, “Ndichangwarira nzira dzangu nokuchengeta rurimi rwangu pachivi; ndichaisa matomu pamuromo wangu kana vakaipa vari pamberi pangu.”
I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked man is before me.
2 Asi pandakanga ndinyerere uye ndakadzikama, ndisingatauri kana chakanaka zvacho, kurwadziwa kwangu kwakawedzerwa.
I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good, and my sorrow was stirred.
3 Mwoyo wangu wakapisa mukati mangu, uye pandakafungisisa, moto ukapisa; ipapo ndakataura norurimi rwangu ndikati:
My heart was hot within me. While I was musing the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 “Ndiratidzei, imi Jehovha, magumo oupenyu hwangu nokuwanda kwamazuva angu; ndizivisei kupfuura kwoupenyu hwangu.
Jehovah, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is. Let me know how frail I am.
5 Makaita mazuva angu soupamhi hwechanza changu; kuwanda kwamakore angu kwakaita sechinhu chisipo pamberi penyu. Upenyu hwomunhu mumwe nomumwe mweya bedzi.
Behold, thou have made my days as handbreadths, and my life-time is as nothing before thee. Surely every man at his best condition is altogether vanity. (Selah)
6 Munhu anongori mumvuri zvaanofamba-famba hake: anofamba nomufaro mukuru, asi zvinongova pasina; anounganidza pfuma, asingazivi achazoitora.
Surely every man walks in a shadow. Surely they are disquieted in vain. He heaps up, and knows not who shall gather them.
7 “Asi zvino, Ishe, ndakamirireiko? Tariro yangu iri mamuri.
And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in thee.
8 Ndiponesei pakudarika kwangu kwose; regai kundiita chiseko chamapenzi.
Deliver me from all my transgressions. Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 Ndakanga ndinyerere; handina kushamisa muromo wangu, nokuti ndimi makaita izvi.
I was mute. I opened not my mouth, because thou did it.
10 Bvisai shamhu yenyu kwandiri; ndakundwa nokurova kworuoko rwenyu.
Remove thy stroke away from me. I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
11 Munorayira uye munoranga vanhu nokuda kwezvivi zvavo, munoparadza pfuma yavo sechipfukuto, munhu mumwe nomumwe mweya zvawo. Sera
When thou have corrected man with rebukes for iniquity, thou make his beauty to disintegrate like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. (Selah)
12 “Inzwai munyengetero wangu, imi Jehovha, rerekerai nzeve yenyu pandinochemera rubatsiro; regai kuva matsi pakuchema kwangu. Nokuti ndigere nemi somutorwa, somweni, sezvakanga zvakaita madzibaba angu ose.
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Keep not silent at my tears, for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 Ringirai kure neni, kuti ndimbofarazve ndisati ndabva uye ndisisipo.”
O spare me, that I may recover strength before I go from here, and be no more.
