Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?
Bila mbi ngeyo Yave telimini thama e? Bila mbi wididi wusuama mu thangu ziphasi e?
2 The wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftes that they haue imagined.
Mu lunangu luandi, mutu wumbimbi wulembo landakana mutu wulebakana; bobo babuilamanga mu makani momo kakubikidi.
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.
Bila mutu wumbimbi wulembo kiniemisa mu nzinunu zi ntima andi; ayi wulembo sakumuna nkua lukokoto, wulembo lenzi Yave.
4 The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.
Mu luniemo luandi, mutu wumbimbi kantombanga ko. Mu mayindu mandi, Nzambi kasi kadi buangu ko.
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.
Mu zithangu zioso, zinzila ziandi zidi zimboti widi nkua lunangu ayi mina miaku midi mitatuka kuidi niandi; wunsekininanga bambeni bandi zioso.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be moued, nor be in danger.
Wuniungutanga mu ntimꞌandi: “Kuisi ko diambu dilenda ku ndikuna; Ndidi mu khini mu zithangu zioso ayi ndilendi ba mu phasi ko.”
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceite and fraude: vnder his tongue is mischiefe and iniquitie.
Munu andi wuwedi tsingulu, luvunu ayi buivi. Ku tsi ludimi luandi kuidi ziphasi ayi mambimbi.
8 He lieth in waite in the villages: in the secret places doeth hee murder the innocent: his eyes are bent against the poore.
Wumfielanga mu ndambu mala. Wumvondanga mutu kambulu zaba diambu mu bibuangu bisuama, meso mandi manfielanga mu kinsueki bobo katidi vanga mbimbi.
9 He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he draweth him into his net.
Wumfielanga banga bumfiedilanga khosi bu kadi mu nsuku wumfielanga mu diambu di buila batu bakambulu lusadusu.
10 He croucheth and boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall by his might.
Weti kuba kosikisa, bawu beti tumbu vonga; beti bua ku tsi zingolo ziandi.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will neuer see.
Wuniungutanga mu ntimꞌandi: “Nzambi zimbikini, fukidi zizi kiandi ayi kalendi mona ko.”
12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.
A Yave Nzambi, telama, vumuna koko kuaku; kadi zimbakana batu bakambulu lusadusu!
13 Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
Bila mbi mutu wumbimbi keti lenzila Nzambi e? Bila mbi kalembo niungutina mu ntimꞌandi: “Kalendi tomba ko ti ndimvumbudila kipholo”
14 Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
Muaki ngeyo Nzambi, wulembo moni ziphasi ayi mabienga; Wulembo tadi mawu muingi wumatula va koko kuaku. Nkua mabienga wukukiyekulanga kuidi ngeyo; ngeyo nsadisi wu muana sana.
15 Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.
Kelula koko ku mutu wumbimbi ayi ku mutu weti vanga mambimbi, nkambi kavumbudila kipholo mu mambimbi mandi; nate wela kambu buela ku mamona.
16 The Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.
Yave niandi ntinu mu zithangu zioso ayi mu thangu yi kayimani Makanda mela bungana mu tsi andi.
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
A Yave, ngeyo weti wa zitsatu zi batu badi mu phasi. Weti kuba kindisa; ayi dimba yamikina kuawu.
18 To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
Mu diambu di nuanisa muana sana ayi mutu weti yamusu muingi mutu widi va ntoto kabika monisa tsisi.
