A Psalm of David.
1 Blessed be the LORD my strength,
Which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
Na ahimidiwe Bwana, mwamba wangu, Anifundishaye mikono yangu vita, Vidole vyangu kupigana.
2 My goodness, and my fortress; My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom I trust;
Who subdueth my people under me.
Mhisani wangu na boma langu, Ngome yangu na mwokozi wangu, Ngao yangu niliyemkimbilia, Huwatiisha watu wangu chini yangu.
3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him!
Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
Ee Bwana, mtu ni kitu gani hata umjue? Na binadamu hata umwangalie?
4 Man is like to vanity:
His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Binadamu amefanana na ubatili, Siku zake ni kama kivuli kipitacho.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down:
Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Bwana, uziinamishe mbingu zako, ushuke, Uiguse milima nayo itatoka moshi.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them:
Shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
Utupe umeme, uwatawanye, Uipige mishale yako, uwafadhaishe.
7 Send thine hand from above;
Rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Uinyoshe mikono yako toka juu, uniponye, Unitoe katika maji mengi, katika mkono wa wageni.
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity,
And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Vinywa vyao vyasema visivyofaa, Na mkono wao wa kuume ni mkono wa uongo.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God:
Upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
Ee Mungu, nitakuimbia wimbo mpya, Kwa kinanda chenye nyuzi kumi nitakuimbia.
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings:
Who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
Awapaye wafalme wokovu, Amwokoa Daudi, mtumishi wake, na upanga wa uovu.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children,
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
Uniponye, unitoe, Katika mkono wa wageni. Vinywa vyao vyasema visivyofaa, Na mkono wao wa kuume ni mkono wa uongo.
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth;
That our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
Wana wetu na wawe kama miche Waliokua ujanani. Binti zetu kama nguzo za pembeni Zilizonakishwa kwa kupamba hekalu.
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store:
That our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
Ghala zetu na zijae Zenye akiba za jinsi zote. Kondoo zetu na wazae Elfu na makumi elfu mashambani mwetu.
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour;
That there be no breaking in, nor going out; That there be no complaining in our streets.
Ng'ombe zetu na wachukue mizigo, Kusiwe na kushambuliwa. Wala kusiwe na kuhamishwa, Wala malalamiko katika njia zetu.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case:
Yea , happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
Heri watu wenye hali hiyo, Heri watu wenye Bwana kuwa Mungu wao.
