Psalms 3
1 “A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
Nkunga Davidi mu thangu katina muanꞌandi Abisaloni. A Yave, tala buevi badidi woka bobo bandendidi; batu bawombo balembo ndiendila manenga.
2 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
Bawombo balembo tubi mu diambu diama: “Nzambi kalendi kunkula ko.”
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
Vayi ngeyo, widi nkaku ama, a Yave. Ngeyo nkemboꞌama, ngeyo wumvumbulanga ntu ama.
4 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Ndinyamikinanga kuidi Yave. Niandi wukuphutudilanga mvutu tona ku mongo andi wunlongo.
5 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
Ndinlambadala, ndinleka tulu ayi ndinkotukanga; bila Yave niandi wukukhebanga.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
Nditinanga ko tsisi yi makabu mawombo-wombo ma batu bobo banzungididi ndambu ayi ndambu.
7 Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
Yave telama; ngeyo Nzambi ama, wukhudi. Bila ngeyo wubetidi bambeni baama baoso mu matama. Wukoludi meno ma batu bambimbi.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Kuidi Yave kumbanga phulusu. Bika lusakumunu luaku luba kuidi batu baku!
