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 is before me.
2 Asi pandakanga ndinyerere uye ndakadzikama, ndisingatauri kana chakanaka zvacho, kurwadziwa kwangu kwakawedzerwa.
I was dumb 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 spoke I with my tongue,
4 “Ndiratidzei, imi Jehovha, magumo oupenyu hwangu nokuwanda kwamazuva angu; ndizivisei kupfuura kwoupenyu hwangu.
LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may 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, you have made my days as an handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: truly every man at his best state 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 vain show: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heaps up riches, and knows not who shall gather them.
7 “Asi zvino, Ishe, ndakamirireiko? Tariro yangu iri mamuri.
And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in you.
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 dumb, I opened not my mouth; because you did it.
10 Bvisai shamhu yenyu kwandiri; ndakundwa nokurova kworuoko rwenyu.
Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
11 Munorayira uye munoranga vanhu nokuda kwezvivi zvavo, munoparadza pfuma yavo sechipfukuto, munhu mumwe nomumwe mweya zvawo. Sera
When you with rebukes do correct man for iniquity, you make his beauty to consume away 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 LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and 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 hence, and be no more.
