Psalms 144
1 A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
Nkunga Davidi. Bika, nzitusu wuba kuidi Yave, ditadi diama; weti longa mioko miama mu nuana mvita ayi minlembo miama mu nuana khindu.
2 He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder 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 regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
A Yave, buna mutu niandi nani muingi wumbelanga mayindu; muana mutu muingi wunyindulanga e?
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Mutu dedakani banga phemo; bilumbu biandi bidi banga kitsusula kimvioka.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
Vasa diyilu diaku, a Yave, ayi kuluka; simba miongo muingi mitotula muisi.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
Fidisa zitsiemo ku ntuala ayi sasikisa bambeni ziama. Loza madionga maku ayi wuba zimbikisa.
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
Yalumuna koko kuaku bu widi ku yilu; wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu minlangu mi nguma ayi mu mioko mi banzenza,
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
bobo miunu miwedi luvunu; bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.
9 I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
Ndiela kuyimbidila nkunga wumona, a Nzambi. Mu siku ki kumi di minsinga, kioki beti tedila Lila, ndiela bula miziki,
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
Kuidi mutu wowo wumvananga kuidi mintinu ndungunu, mutu wowo wunkulanga kisadi kiaku Davidi mu sabala kimvondanga.
11 Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
Wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu mioko mi banzenza; bobo miunu miwedi luvunu bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.
12 That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:
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 That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
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 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
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 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo mambu mama meti vangama. Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo Yave kadidi Nzambi.
