Psalms 11

1 Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi. Kuidi Yave ndintombilanga suamunu. Buevi lulenda ku khambila: “Tinina ku miongo miaku banga bu ntininanga nuni.”

2 For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

Bila tala, batu bambimbi balembo leki mimbasa; ayi balembo ludika zitsoto va nsinga mi mimbasa muingi babasula, bu badi mu tombi, batu bobo badi mintima mi lulama.

3 For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

Enati zifundasio zitiolumunu, buna mutu wusonga, mbi kalenda vanga e?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

Yave widi mu nzoꞌandi yinlongo! Yave, kundu kiandi ki luyalu kidi ku diyilu, meso mandi malembo tadi ayi zindabu ziandi zimfionguninanga bana ba batu.

5 The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

Yave wumfionguninanga mutu wusonga vayi muelꞌandi weti lenda mutu wumbimbi ayi mutu wowo wunzolanga matsita.

6 He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

Wunokisanga makala ayi sofolo yi mbazu. Kuidi batu bambimbi, Phemo yi mbazu yawu kopo yi ziphasi bela kabana.

7 For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.

Bila Yave widi wusonga, wunzolanga masonga. Batu badi mintima mi lulama bela talanga zizi kiandi.