< Psalms 30 >

1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. [A Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
Nkunga Davidi kayimbidila mu mbiekolo nzo Nzambi. Ndiela kuyayisa, a Yave bila ngeyo wuthotula mu dibulu didi thipula Wusia tia ko ti bambeni ziama zimona khini mu diambu diama.
2 O Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
A Yave, Nzambi ama, ngeyo nditela mu diambu di lusadusu ayi ngeyo wumbelusa.
3 O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Yave, ngeyo wuthotula mu tsi bafua, ngeyo wuthanina muingi ndibika tibuka mu dibulu. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy memorial [name].
Luyimbidila Yave beno banlongo bandi; Zitisanu dizina diandi di nlongo.
5 For his anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a life-time: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy [cometh] in the morning.
Bila nganzi andi yizingilanga mu ndambu thangu kaka. Vayi nlemvo andi wunzinganga mu zithangu zioso; bidilu bilenda kuiza va builu; vayi khini yinkuizanga va nsuka.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Bu ndiba mu luvovomo, ndituba: “Ndilendi nikunu ko”
7 Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
A Yave, mu nlemvo aku, ngeyo wukindisa mongoꞌama… vayi bu wusueka zizi kiaku buna minu ndimona boma.
8 I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication:
Kuidi ngeyo, a Yave, nditela mbila. Kuidi Yave ndiyamikina mu diambu di lusadusu
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
“Ndandu mbi yidi mu mbivusu ama, minu kuluka mu dibulu e? Mbungi-mbungi yilenda kuzitisa e? Voti yilenda yamikina kikhuikizi kiaku e?
10 Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me: Jehovah, be thou my helper.
A Yave wa, wumboni kiadi, A yave, bika wuba lusadusu luama.”
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Ngeyo wuviakisa bidilu biama makinu, wunianguna tsaku ama ayi wuphuika khini.
12 To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
Muingi ntimꞌama wuyimbidila minkunga ayi wubika ba dio sui. A Yave, Nzambi ama, ndiela ku vutudilanga mu zithangu zioso.

< Psalms 30 >