Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
Nkunga Davidi mu thangu katina muanꞌandi Abisaloni. A Yave, tala buevi badidi woka bobo bandendidi; batu bawombo balembo ndiendila manenga.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Bawombo balembo tubi mu diambu diama: “Nzambi kalendi kunkula ko.”
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Vayi ngeyo, widi nkaku ama, a Yave. Ngeyo nkemboꞌama, ngeyo wumvumbulanga ntu ama.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Ndinyamikinanga kuidi Yave. Niandi wukuphutudilanga mvutu tona ku mongo andi wunlongo.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Ndinlambadala, ndinleka tulu ayi ndinkotukanga; bila Yave niandi wukukhebanga.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Nditinanga ko tsisi yi makabu mawombo-wombo ma batu bobo banzungididi ndambu ayi ndambu.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Yave telama; ngeyo Nzambi ama, wukhudi. Bila ngeyo wubetidi bambeni baama baoso mu matama. Wukoludi meno ma batu bambimbi.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Kuidi Yave kumbanga phulusu. Bika lusakumunu luaku luba kuidi batu baku!
