1Jehovha, moyo wangu hauzvikudzi, meso angu haana manyawi; Handine hanya nezvinhu zvikuru-kuru, Kana nezvinhu zvinondikurira.
1{A Song of degrees. Of David.} Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.
2Zvirokwazvo ndakavaraidza mweya wangu nokuunyaradza; Somwana wakarumurwa ari pana mai vake, Mweya wangu wakaita kwandiri somwana akarumurwa.
2Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.
3imwi Isiraeri, tarirai kuna Jehovha Kubva panguva ino kusvikira pakusingaperi.
3Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.