Psalms 39
1 Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David. I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me.
Nkunga Davidi kuidi Yedutuni, pfumu minyimbidi. Minu ndituba: “ndiela sunga zinzila ziama ayi ndiela keba ludimi luama mu masumu. Ndiela tula luvambu mu munuꞌama mu zithangu zioso batu bambimbi bela banga ku ntuala meso mama.”
2 I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
Bu ndiba dio sui ayi ndidingalala ayi bu ndisia tuba kadi diambu ko. Vayi ziphasi ziama buelama na buelama zilembo zibuelama.
3 My heart grew hot within me, and, during my (meditation) a fire would flare up.
Ntimꞌama wulema mu khati nitu ama; ayi bu ndiyindula, buna mbazu yilema. Diawu nditumbu tubila mu ludimi luama:
4 I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
“Wumbonisa, a Yave tsukulu yi luzingu luama; ayi thalu yi bilumbu biama bika wunzabikisa ti luzingu luama vioka lu mvioka!
5 Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
Ngeyo wuvanga bilumbu biama siadila banga dikanda diama Tezo ki mimvu miama kisi ko kadi mfunu va ntanlꞌaku. Kadika luzingu lu mutu luidi kaka phemo.
6 So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
Mutu widi khatika kimbindi bu keti kuenda ayi vutuka weti banga mayindu, vayi mu phamba kuandi; weti kupika bima vayi kakadi zaba nani wela bitota.
7 And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
Vayi buabu, Yave, mbi mfueti vingila e? Diana diama didi mu ngeyo.
8 Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
Wuphukisa mu zinzimbala ziama zioso; kadi kundiekula ndikituka sekonono ki bivulu.
9 I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
Ndiba dio sui; ndisia zibula munu ama ko bila ngeyo wuvanga buawu.
10 Remove your scourges from me.
Wuphengumunina nsongo aku. Ndieka suka mu diambu di bikoti bi mioko miaku.
11 I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.
Ngeyo weti tubidila ayi weti vana batu thumbudulu mu diambu di masumu mawu. Ngeyo weti zinisa kimvuama kiawu banga kiphepele kadika mutu widi phemo.
12 O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.
Wa lusambulu luama; a Yave! Dimba yamikina kuama mu diambu di lusadusu. Kadi lasakana mu bidilu biama; bila ndieti kalanga yaku va kimosi banga nzenza, banga nkibi, banga bakulu bama boso.
13 Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more.
Wuphengumunina thaluꞌaku muingi ndimona diaka khini tuamina ndunda ayi ndibika buela monika.”
