Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician. 'Destroy not.' Of David. Michtam; when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be gracious unto me, O God, be gracious unto me; for my soul taketh refuge in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings do I take refuge, until the calamities be overpast.
Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi “kadi vonda.” Mu thangu kasuamina mu nluka matadi Sawuli bu kaba kunkuka. Wumboni kiadi, a Nzambi, wumboni kiadi! Bila muelꞌama wunsuaminanga mu ngeyo ndiela suamina ku kitsusula ki mavavi maku, nate mabienga mela mana vioka.
2 I will call unto God, the Most High; unto God that performeth [all] for me.
Ndiela yamikina kuidi Nzambi yizangama; kuidi Nzambi weti dukisa zikhanu ziandi kuidi minu.
3 He will send from the heavens and save me; he hath covered with reproach him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God hath sent forth his loving-kindness and his truth.
Weti fidisa tona ku diyilu ayi weti kuphukisa; mu temina bobo beti kundandakana mu kingolo; Nzambi weti fidisa luzolo luandi ayi kikhuikizi kiandi.
4 My soul is in the midst of lions; I lie down [among] them that breathe out flames, the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Ndidi va khatitsika zikhosi; ndidi wulambalala va khatitsika bibulu bindianga minsuni; batu bobo meno mawu madi banga madionga mafioti ayi maneni ludimi luawu luidi sabala yisekoso ngolo.
5 Be exalted above the heavens, O God; let thy glory be above all the earth!
Yayusu kuaku, a Nzambi, ku yilu diyilu Bika nkembo aku wuba va ntoto wumvimba!
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul was bowed down: they have digged a pit before me; they are fallen into the midst thereof. (Selah)
Batambila malu mama dikondi. Ndiba wukomvama mu ziphasi; Bakaba dibulu dinnene mu nsolo ama: vayi bawu veka ba buidi muawu.
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing, yea, I will sing psalms.
Ntimꞌama widi wukinda a Nzambi; ntimꞌama widi wukinda. Ndiela yimbila, ndiela bula miziki.
8 Awake, my glory; awake, lute and harp: I will wake the dawn.
Kotuka, muelꞌama! Kotukanu, ngeyo Luti ayi ngitala ndiela kotula khiesa ki lumbu.
9 I will give thee thanks among the peoples, O Lord; of thee will I sing psalms among the nations:
Ndiela kuzitisa, a Yave, va khatitsika makanda. Ndiela kuyimbidila va khatitsika batu.
10 For thy loving-kindness is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
Bila luzolo luaku luidi lunneni, luntulanga nate kuna diyilu, kikhuikizi kiaku kintulanga nate ku matuti.
11 Be exalted above the heavens, O God; let thy glory be above all the earth!
Yayusu kuaku, a Nzambi, ku yilu Diyilu. Bika nkemboꞌaku wuba va ntoto wumvimba!
