Psalms 142

1 Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

Nkunga Davidi kayimbidila banga lusambulu mu thangu kaba mu nsuku. Ndinyamikina ngolo kuidi Yave Ndimvumbula mbembo ama kuidi Yave mu diambu di kiadi.

2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

Ndilembo dukula luniongo luama va ntualꞌandi; va ntualꞌandi, ndinyolukila ziphasi ziama.

3 When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

Mu thangu phevi ama yilembo suki-suki mu khati ama, keti ngeyo wuzaba nzilꞌama. Mu nsolo wowo ndidiatila, muawu batu bathambila ntambu.

4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

Tala ku lubakala luama ayi tala, kadi mutu widi mayindu mu minu. Ndisi kadi suamunu ko kuisi ko mutu wumbanzila luzingu luama.

5 I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

Kuidi ngeyo ndinyamikina, a Yave. Ndilembo tubi: “ngeyo suamunu kiama; Ngeyo kuku kiama va ntoto wu batu badi moyo.”

6 Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

Dimba yamikina kuama bila ndidi nsukami wu ngolo, wukambulu diana; wukhula mu bobo balembo ndandakana bila bawu bandutidi ngolo.

7 Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

Bika wuthotula nloko ama muingi ndizitisa dizina diaku; buna basonga bela kuiza kutakana va ndidi mu diambu di mamboti maku kuidi minu.