Psalms 142

1 Of understanding for David. A prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the Lord with my voice: with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.

Nkunga Davidi kayimbidila banga lusambulu mu thangu kaba mu nsuku. Ndinyamikina ngolo kuidi Yave Ndimvumbula mbembo ama kuidi Yave mu diambu di kiadi.

2 In his sight I pour out my prayer, and before him I declare my trouble:

Ndilembo dukula luniongo luama va ntualꞌandi; va ntualꞌandi, ndinyolukila ziphasi ziama.

3 When my spirit failed me, then thou newest my paths.

Mu thangu phevi ama yilembo suki-suki mu khati ama, keti ngeyo wuzaba nzilꞌama. Mu nsolo wowo ndidiatila, muawu batu bathambila ntambu.

4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.

Tala ku lubakala luama ayi tala, kadi mutu widi mayindu mu minu. Ndisi kadi suamunu ko kuisi ko mutu wumbanzila luzingu luama.

5 I cried to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

Kuidi ngeyo ndinyamikina, a Yave. Ndilembo tubi: “ngeyo suamunu kiama; Ngeyo kuku kiama va ntoto wu batu badi moyo.”

6 Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Dimba yamikina kuama bila ndidi nsukami wu ngolo, wukambulu diana; wukhula mu bobo balembo ndandakana bila bawu bandutidi ngolo.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.

Bika wuthotula nloko ama muingi ndizitisa dizina diaku; buna basonga bela kuiza kutakana va ndidi mu diambu di mamboti maku kuidi minu.