Psalms 131

1 A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

Nkunga Davidi wunyimbudulu mu nzila yikuendila ku nzo Yave. Ntimꞌama wisi luniemo ko, a Yave, meso mama masi lunangu ko. Ndiyindulanga ko mambu malutidi manneni voti momo madi matsiminanga kuidi minu.

2 Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

Vayi ndivumbika muelꞌama ayi ndidingimisa wawu; banga muana wutsombi wulemboso mabeni widi va kimosi ayi ngudi andi; banga muana wutsombi wulemboso mabeni buawu buididi muelꞌama mu minu.

3 Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.

A Iseli, tula diana diaku mu Yave tona buabu nate mu zithangu zioso.