Ntembezelo wekuboka
1 Ndowomukudza Yahwe ngobe makandimilidza,
amuzoletja zwita zwangu zwikandikuwelela.
2 Yahwe Ndzimu wangu
ndakamulilila ndishaka bhatsho yenyu,
ngono makandipodza.
3 Yahwe makadusa meya yangu mu bugalo gwe bafi,
munditjidze kudwa muna ibabo bakangina mu gomba.

4 Mbilani Yahwe njimbo dzinobakudza
imwi bayengemali babo,
mukudze zina labo lakayengemala.
5 Ngoti bushongola gwabo gotola tjibaka tjitukununu,
koga moyontjena wabo awutopela.
Tjililo tjingabe tje busiku,
koga shatha kozha ne mangwanana.

6 Nge kwangu mukubhudilila kwangu ndakati,
“Andingatongotshedugwa.”
7 Nge kundimila, Yahwe,
makandidzikila se dombo lakasima.
Koga makati musumbika buso gwenyu,
adziyidzika.

8 Ndakalilila imwi Yahwe,
ndakakumbila ku muli Yahwe.
9 “Mowobuyigwa ngeni mu lufu gwangu,
ha ndinginila pasi mu gomba?
Apa hwuluba inowomukudza kene?
Apa inowoleba ngekwe kugalikabgwe kwenyu?
10 Mundihwe Yahwe, mube nge ngoni nami!
Yahwe, ibeni mbhatshi wangu!”

11 Makashandula tjililo tjangu tjikabe nzano.
Makandimbula tjiambalo tjangu tje saka,
ngono mukandiambadza kushatha,
12 kuti ndizo meya yangu imukudze isinyalale.
Yahwe Ndzimu wangu,
ndowomuboka nge kusingapele.
(A psalm by David for the dedication of the temple.)
A Prayer of Thanks
1 I will praise you, Lord!
You saved me from the grave
and kept my enemies
from celebrating my death.
2 I prayed to you, Lord God,
and you healed me,
3 saving me from death
and the grave.

4 Your faithful people, Lord,
will praise you with songs
and honor your holy name.
5 Your anger lasts a little while,
but your kindness lasts
for a lifetime.
At night we may cry,
but when morning comes
we will celebrate.

6 I felt secure and thought,
“I'll never be shaken!”
7 You, Lord, were my friend,
and you made me strong
as a mighty mountain.
But when you hid your face,
I was crushed.

8 I prayed to you, Lord,
and in my prayer I said,
9 “What good will it do you
if I am in the grave?
Once I have turned to dust,
how can I praise you
or tell how loyal you are?
10 Have pity, Lord! Help!”

11 You have turned my sorrow
into joyful dancing.
No longer am I sad
and wearing sackcloth.
12 I thank you from my heart,
and I will never stop
singing your praises,
my Lord and my God.