Psalms 11

1 For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi. Kuidi Yave ndintombilanga suamunu. Buevi lulenda ku khambila: “Tinina ku miongo miaku banga bu ntininanga nuni.”

2 For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

Bila tala, batu bambimbi balembo leki mimbasa; ayi balembo ludika zitsoto va nsinga mi mimbasa muingi babasula, bu badi mu tombi, batu bobo badi mintima mi lulama.

3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

Enati zifundasio zitiolumunu, buna mutu wusonga, mbi kalenda vanga e?

4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

Yave widi mu nzoꞌandi yinlongo! Yave, kundu kiandi ki luyalu kidi ku diyilu, meso mandi malembo tadi ayi zindabu ziandi zimfionguninanga bana ba batu.

5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

Yave wumfionguninanga mutu wusonga vayi muelꞌandi weti lenda mutu wumbimbi ayi mutu wowo wunzolanga matsita.

6 On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

Wunokisanga makala ayi sofolo yi mbazu. Kuidi batu bambimbi, Phemo yi mbazu yawu kopo yi ziphasi bela kabana.

7 For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.

Bila Yave widi wusonga, wunzolanga masonga. Batu badi mintima mi lulama bela talanga zizi kiandi.