Psalms 57
1 Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me: for my soul trusteth in thee. And in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, until iniquity pass away.
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 cry to God the most High; to God who hath done good to me.
Ndiela yamikina kuidi Nzambi yizangama; kuidi Nzambi weti dukisa zikhanu ziandi kuidi minu.
3 He hath sent from heaven and delivered me: he hath made them a reproach that trod upon me. God hath sent his mercy 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 And he hath delivered my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men, whose teeth are weapons 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 thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory above all the earth.
Yayusu kuaku, a Nzambi, ku yilu diyilu Bika nkembo aku wuba va ntoto wumvimba!
6 They prepared a snare for my feet; and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, and they are fallen into it.
Batambila malu mama dikondi. Ndiba wukomvama mu ziphasi; Bakaba dibulu dinnene mu nsolo ama: vayi bawu veka ba buidi muawu.
7 My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will Sing, and rehearse a psalm.
Ntimꞌama widi wukinda a Nzambi; ntimꞌama widi wukinda. Ndiela yimbila, ndiela bula miziki.
8 Arise, O my glory, arise psaltery and harp: I will arise early.
Kotuka, muelꞌama! Kotukanu, ngeyo Luti ayi ngitala ndiela kotula khiesa ki lumbu.
9 I will give praise to thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing a psalm to thee among the nations.
Ndiela kuzitisa, a Yave, va khatitsika makanda. Ndiela kuyimbidila va khatitsika batu.
10 For thy mercy is magnified even to 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 thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above all the earth.
Yayusu kuaku, a Nzambi, ku yilu Diyilu. Bika nkemboꞌaku wuba va ntoto wumvimba!
