Mapisarema 40
1 Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndakamirira Jehovha nomwoyo murefu; iye akatendeukira kwandiri akanzwa kuchema kwangu.
For victorie, the song of Dauid. Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me.
2 Akandibudisa mugomba rakadzika, kunze kwamatope netsvina; akamisa tsoka dzangu padombo akandipa nzvimbo yakasimba kuti ndimirepo.
And he herde my preieris; and he ledde out me fro the lake of wretchidnesse, and fro the filthe of draft. And he ordeynede my feet on a stoon; and he dresside my goyngis.
3 Akaisa rwiyo rutsva mumuromo mangu, rwiyo rwokurumbidza Mwari wedu. Vazhinji vachaona, uye vachatya uye vachaisa ruvimbo rwavo muna Jehovha.
And he sente in to my mouth a newe song; a song to oure God. Many men schulen se, and schulen drede; and schulen haue hope in the Lord.
4 Akaropafadzwa munhu akaita Jehovha ruvimbo rwake, asingatariri kuna vanozvikudza, kuna avo vanotsaukira kuna vamwari venhema.
Blessid is the man, of whom the name of the Lord is his hope; and he bihelde not in to vanitees, and in to false woodnesses.
5 Haiwa Jehovha, Mwari wangu, zvizhinji zvishamiso zvamakaita. Zvinhu zvamakatitongera hakuna angazvirondedzera kwamuri; dai ndingataura nokureva pamusoro pazvo, zvaizowandisa kuzvizivisa.
Mi Lord God, thou hast maad thi merueils manye; and in thi thouytis noon is, that is lijk thee. I teld, and Y spak; and thei ben multiplied aboue noumbre.
6 Hamuna kufarira zvibayiro nezvipo, asi nzeve dzangu makadziboora; zvibayiro zvinopiswa nezvipiriso zvezvivi hamuna kuzvireva.
Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne;
7 Ipapo ndakati, “Ndiri pano hangu, ndauya, zvakanyorwa mubhuku pamusoro pangu.
thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me,
8 Ndinofarira kuita kuda kwenyu, imi Mwari wangu; murayiro wenyu uri mukati momwoyo wangu.”
that Y schulde do thi wille; my God, Y wolde; and thi lawe in the myddis of myn herte.
9 Ndinoparidza kururama paungano huru; handidziviri miromo yangu, sokuziva kwenyu, imi Jehovha.
I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist.
10 Handivanzi kururama kwenyu mumwoyo mangu; ndinotaura nezvokutendeka kwenyu noruponeso rwenyu. Handivanzi rudo rwenyu nechokwadi chenyu paungano huru.
I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel.
11 Regai kundinyima ngoni dzenyu, imi Jehovha; rudo rwenyu nechokwadi chenyu ngazvindidzivirire nguva dzose.
But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp.
12 Nokuti matambudziko asingaverengeki akandikomberedza; zvivi zvangu zvakandibata, uye handigoni kuona. Zvakawanda kupfuura bvudzi romumusoro mangu, uye mwoyo wangu waneta mukati mangu.
For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me.
13 Haiwa Jehovha, kundiponesa ngakukufadzei; haiwa Jehovha, kurumidzai kundibatsira.
Lord, plese it to thee, that thou delyuere me; Lord, biholde thou to helpe me.
14 Vose vanotsvaka kutora upenyu hwangu ngavanyadziswe uye vanyonganiswe; vose vanoda kuparadzwa kwangu ngavadzoserwe shure vanyadziswe.
Be thei schent, and aschamed togidere; that seken my lijf, to take awei it. Be thei turned abac, and be thei schamed; that wolen yuels to me.
15 Avo vose vanoti kwandiri, “Hekani waro! Hekani waro!” ngavavhundutswe nokuda kwenyadzi dzavo.
Bere thei her confusioun anoon; that seien to me, Wel! wel! `that is, in scorn.
16 Asi vose vanokutsvakai ngavafare uye vafarisise mamuri; avo vanoda ruponeso rwenyu ngavarambe vachiti, “Jehovha ngaakudzwe!”
Alle men that seken thee, be fulli ioyful, and be glad on thee; and seie thei, that louen thin helthe, The Lord be magnyfied euere.
17 Asi ndiri murombo nomushayiwi; dai Ishe vandifungawo. Ndimi mubatsiri wangu nomununuri wangu; haiwa Mwari wangu, musanonoka henyu.
Forsothe Y am a beggere and pore; the Lord is bisi of me. Thou arte myn helpere and my defendere; my God, tarie thou not.
