Psalms 131

1 “A song of the degrees by David.” O Lord, my heart was not haughty, nor were my eyes lofty: neither have I walked after matters too great, or those too wonderful for me.

Nkunga Davidi wunyimbudulu mu nzila yikuendila ku nzo Yave. Ntimꞌama wisi luniemo ko, a Yave, meso mama masi lunangu ko. Ndiyindulanga ko mambu malutidi manneni voti momo madi matsiminanga kuidi minu.

2 Surely I have pacified and stilled my soul, like the suckling on its mother's breast: like a suckling is in me my soul.

Vayi ndivumbika muelꞌama ayi ndidingimisa wawu; banga muana wutsombi wulemboso mabeni widi va kimosi ayi ngudi andi; banga muana wutsombi wulemboso mabeni buawu buididi muelꞌama mu minu.

3 Let Israel wait for the Lord from this time forth and for ever more.

A Iseli, tula diana diaku mu Yave tona buabu nate mu zithangu zioso.