Mawu a Mulungu mu Chichewa Chalero

Masalimo 39

Kwa mtsogoleri wa mayimbidwe. Kwa Yedutuni. Salimo la Davide.

1Ndinati, “Ndidzasamalira njira zanga
    ndipo ndidzasunga lilime langa kuti ndisachimwe;
ndidzatseka pakamwa panga ndi chitsekerero
    nthawi yonse imene woyipa ali pamaso panga.”
Koma pamene ndinali chete
    osanena ngakhale kanthu kalikonse kabwino
    mavuto anga anachulukirabe.
Mtima wanga unatentha mʼkati mwanga,
    ndipo pamene ndinkalingalira, moto unayaka;
    kenaka ndinayankhula ndi lilime langa:

“Yehova ndionetseni mathero a moyo wanga
    ndi chiwerengero cha masiku anga;
    mundidziwitse kuti moyo wanga ndi wosakhalitsa motani.
Inu mwachititsa kuti masiku anga akhale ochepa kwambiri,
    kutalika kwa zaka zanga ndi kopanda phindu pamaso panu;
    moyo wa munthu aliyense ndi waufupi.
            Sela
Munthu ali ngati chithunzithunzi chake pamene akuyenda uku ndi uku:
    Iye amangovutika koma popanda phindu;
    amadzikundikira chuma, osadziwa kuti chidzakhala chayani.

“Koma tsopano Ambuye kodi ndifunanso chiyani?
    Chiyembekezo changa chili mwa Inu.
Pulumutseni ku zolakwa zanga zonse;
    musandisandutse chonyozeka kwa opusa.
Ine ndinali chete; sindinatsekule pakamwa panga
    pakuti Inu ndinu amene mwachita zimenezi.
10 Chotsani mkwapulo wanu pa ine;
    ndagonjetsedwa ndi nkhonya ya dzanja lanu.
11 Inu mumadzudzula ndi kulanga anthu chifukwa cha tchimo lawo;
    mumawononga chuma chawo monga njenjete;
    munthu aliyense ali ngati mpweya.
            Sela

12 “Imvani pemphero langa Inu Yehova,
    mverani kulira kwanga kopempha thandizo;
    musakhale chete pamene ndikulirira kwa Inu,
popeza ndine mlendo wanu wosakhalitsa;
    monga anachitira makolo anga onse.
13 Musandiyangʼane mwaukali, choncho ndidzatha kusangalala
    ndisanafe ndi kuyiwalika.”

The Message

Psalm 39

A David Psalm

11-3 I’m determined to watch steps and tongue
    so they won’t land me in trouble.
I decided to hold my tongue
    as long as Wicked is in the room.
“Mum’s the word,” I said, and kept quiet.
    But the longer I kept silence
The worse it got—
    my insides got hotter and hotter.
My thoughts boiled over;
    I spilled my guts.

4-6 “Tell me, what’s going on, God?
    How long do I have to live?
    Give me the bad news!
You’ve kept me on pretty short rations;
    my life is string too short to be saved.
Oh! we’re all puffs of air.
    Oh! we’re all shadows in a campfire.
Oh! we’re just spit in the wind.
    We make our pile, and then we leave it.

7-11 “What am I doing in the meantime, Lord?
    Hoping, that’s what I’m doing—hoping
You’ll save me from a rebel life,
    save me from the contempt of dunces.
I’ll say no more, I’ll shut my mouth,
    since you, Lord, are behind all this.
    But I can’t take it much longer.
When you put us through the fire
    to purge us from our sin,
    our dearest idols go up in smoke.
Are we also nothing but smoke?

12-13 “Ah, God, listen to my prayer, my
    cry—open your ears.
Don’t be callous;
    just look at these tears of mine.
I’m a stranger here. I don’t know my way—
    a migrant like my whole family.
Give me a break, cut me some slack
    before it’s too late and I’m out of here.”