Psalms 144
1 Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.
Nkunga Davidi. Bika, nzitusu wuba kuidi Yave, ditadi diama; weti longa mioko miama mu nuana mvita ayi minlembo miama mu nuana khindu.
2 My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.
Niandi Nzambi ama yi luzolo ayi tinunu kiama niandi suamunu kiama kingolo ayi niandi nkuidi ama, niandi nkaku ama; mu niandi ndieti suamina ayi niandi wuntulanga batu ku tsi luyalu luama.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
A Yave, buna mutu niandi nani muingi wumbelanga mayindu; muana mutu muingi wunyindulanga e?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.
Mutu dedakani banga phemo; bilumbu biandi bidi banga kitsusula kimvioka.
5 Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
Vasa diyilu diaku, a Yave, ayi kuluka; simba miongo muingi mitotula muisi.
6 Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.
Fidisa zitsiemo ku ntuala ayi sasikisa bambeni ziama. Loza madionga maku ayi wuba zimbikisa.
7 Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:
Yalumuna koko kuaku bu widi ku yilu; wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu minlangu mi nguma ayi mu mioko mi banzenza,
8 Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
bobo miunu miwedi luvunu; bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.
9 To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
Ndiela kuyimbidila nkunga wumona, a Nzambi. Mu siku ki kumi di minsinga, kioki beti tedila Lila, ndiela bula miziki,
10 Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:
Kuidi mutu wowo wumvananga kuidi mintinu ndungunu, mutu wowo wunkulanga kisadi kiaku Davidi mu sabala kimvondanga.
11 Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:
Wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu mioko mi banzenza; bobo miunu miwedi luvunu bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.
12 Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:
Buna bana beto babakala, mu bumuana buawu bela ba banga bikunusu binyundukanga bumboti. Bana beto babaketo bela ba banga makunzi mafikulu; mammonisanga kitoko ki buangu.
13 Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:
Bilundulu bieto biela ba biwala mu kadika ntindu wu bidia; minkangu mieto mi mamemi miela buelama ayi buelama mu zimili zi zimili mu makumi ma zimili mu zitsola zieto.
14 Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.
Zingombi zieto zikheto ziela nata mfuna wungolo, mavudu malendi ba ko mu bibaka bieto kadi buela kuenda mu kivika, yamikina ku ziphasi kulendi ba diaka ko mu zinzila zieto.
15 They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.
Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo mambu mama meti vangama. Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo Yave kadidi Nzambi.
