Psalms 41
1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. Happy is the man who gives thought to the poor; the Lord will be his saviour in the time of trouble.
Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi. Lusakumunu kuidi mutu wowo thaluꞌandi yidi kuidi mutu wulebakana, Yave weti ku nkula mu thangu yi ziphasi.
2 The Lord will keep him safe, and give him life; the Lord will let him be a blessing on the earth, and will not give him into the hand of his haters.
Yave wela kunkeba ayi wela tanina luzingu luandi; wela kunsakumuna va ntoto ayi kalendi kunyekula ko mu luzolo lu bobo beti kunlenda;
3 The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength.
Yave wela kunkindisa va mfulu andi yi kimbevo. Ngeyo wela kumbelusa va mfulu andi yi kimbevo.
4 I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you.
Ndituba: “A Yave, wumboni kiadi. Wumbelusa bila kuidi ngeyo ndivodidi masumu.”
5 My haters say evil against me, When will he be dead, and his name come to an end?
Bambeni ziama zilembo tubi mambu mu diela dimbimbi mu diambu diama: “Thangu mbi kela fua ayi dizina diandi diela lalakana e?”
6 If one comes to see me, deceit is in his heart; he keeps a store of evil, which he makes public in every place.
yoso thangu mutu kizidi mu kuthala; mutu wowo wuntubanga luvunu. Ntimꞌandi wufulukidi mambu ma mvuezolo; buna wuntotukanga ku nganda ayi wunyolukilanga mawu.
7 All my haters are talking secretly together against me; they are designing my downfall.
Bambeni ziama zioso zilembo niunguta va kimosi mu diambu diama. Balembo yindula mambimbi mu diambu diama, balembo tubi:
8 They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again.
“Nsongo wumbimbi wumbuididi. Kalendi buela vumbuka ko va buangu kioki kalambididi.”
9 Even my dearest friend, in whom I had faith, who took bread with me, is turned against me.
Ka diambu ko nkundi ama wu luzolo, wowo ndibedi silanga diana, wubedi kabulanga dipha diama, wumbalumukini.
10 But you, O Lord, have mercy on me, lifting me up, so that I may give them their punishment.
Vayi ngeyo Yave, wumboni kiadi wuthedimisa. Muingi ndiba vutudila landi.
11 By this I see that you have pleasure in me, because my hater does not overcome me.
Nzebi ti ngeyo wunyangalalanga mu minu; mu diambu di mbeni ama kabika kundunga.
12 And as for me, you are my support in my righteousness, giving me a place before your face for ever.
Mu bufuana kuama, ngeyo wutsimba; wuthedimisa mu zithangu zioso va tuala meso maku.
13 May the Lord God of Israel be praised, through eternal days and for ever. So be it. So be it.
Nzitusu wuba kuidi Yave, Nzambi yi Iseli, mu thangu yi kayimani.
