Psalms 88
1 A Canticle Psalm to the sons of Korah. Unto the end. For Mahalath, to answer the understanding of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, God of my salvation: I have cried out, day and night, in your presence.
Nkunga bana ba Kole kuidi pfumu minyimbidi; bayimbidila mu flute. Nkunga Hemani muisi Ezilakite. A Yave, Nzambi yoyi yeti kuphukisa, muini ayi builu ndieti yamikina va ntualꞌaku.
2 Let my prayer enter in your sight. Incline your ear to my petition.
Bika lusambulu luama lutula va ntualꞌaku; balula dikutu diaku bu ndilembo yamikina.
Bila muelꞌama wufulukidi mu ziphasi ayi luzingu luama lufikimini tsi yi bafua. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am considered to be among those who will descend into the pit. I have become like a man without assistance,
Ndidi mu ntanda wu batu bobo bankuenda ku diyilu ndieka banga mutu kambulu zingolo.
5 idle among the dead. I am like the wounded sleeping in sepulchers, whom you no longer remember, and who have been repelled by your hand.
Ndidi wuvuanda va ndambu lufua, banga batu bavondo; bobo badi baleka mu ku tsi bafua; bobo wunkambu buela tebukilanga moyo, bobo wusia buela bela mayindu ko.
6 They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death.
Ngeyo wuthula mu dibulu dinneni, mu tombi kinkobo.
7 Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me.
Miangu miaku mimbuila ayi zitu midi Minu ndidiamusu kuidi ngeyo mu mayo maku moso.
8 You have sent my acquaintances far from me. They have set me as an abomination to themselves. I was handed over, yet I did not depart.
Ngeyo wuphambisa mu bakundi bama bakiluzolo ngeyo wukhitula kima ki khemi kuidi bawu. Ndidi wukangama ayi ndilendi baka bu tinina ko.
9 My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you.
Meso mama meka mbumbuluka mu diambu di ziphasi; ngeyo ndintela; a Yave, kadika lumbu kuidi ngeyo ndinonuna mioko miama.
10 Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you?
Wulenda kuaku monisa matsiminanga maku kuidi mutu wufua e? Bafua balenda fuluka ayi kuzitisa e?
11 Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition?
Balenda yolukila luzolo luaku mu tsi bafua ayi kikhuikizi kiaku mu mbivusu e?
12 Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion?
Matsiminanga maku malenda zabakanga mu bibuangu bidi tombi voti mavanga maku masonga mu ntoto wowo batu bazimbakana mambu moso e?
13 And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you.
Vayi minu kuidi ngeyo ndinyamikina mu tomba lusadusu, mu nsuka lusambulu luama lunkuiza va ntualꞌaku.
14 Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me?
Bila mbi ngeyo Yave wundozidi e? Ayi bila mbi wulembo tsuekila zizi kiaku e?
15 I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed.
Tona mu bumuana buama minu ndidi mu phasi ndidi wukangama mu lufua Ndimona ziphasi mu tsisi aku ayi ndieka wukambu diana.
16 Your wrath has crossed into me, and your terrors have disturbed me.
Miangu miaku mingolo mimbuididi tsisi aku yimbunga.
17 They have surrounded me like water, all day long. They have surrounded me, all at once.
Mu lumbu kimvimba yawu yinzungidila banga khuka nlangu yawu yitungu kumbina mvimba.
18 Friend and neighbor, and my acquaintances, you have sent far away from me, away from misery.
Ngeyo mu bandiatanga yama ayi mu bakiluzolo bama tombi kiawu nkundi ama wukuikama.
