Psalms 30
1 “A psalm, a song at the dedication of the temple, of David.” I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.
Nkunga Davidi kayimbidila mu mbiekolo nzo Nzambi. Ndiela kuyayisa, a Yave bila ngeyo wuthotula mu dibulu didi thipula Wusia tia ko ti bambeni ziama zimona khini mu diambu diama.
2 O Lord my God, I cried loudly unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
A Yave, Nzambi ama, ngeyo nditela mu diambu di lusadusu ayi ngeyo wumbelusa.
3 O Lord, thou hast brought up from the nether world my soul: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Yave, ngeyo wuthotula mu tsi bafua, ngeyo wuthanina muingi ndibika tibuka mu dibulu. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial of his holiness.
Luyimbidila Yave beno banlongo bandi; Zitisanu dizina diandi di nlongo.
5 For his anger is momentary, [but] life is in his favor: in the evening [cometh] weeping to stay for a night, but in the morning, there is joyful song.
Bila nganzi andi yizingilanga mu ndambu thangu kaka. Vayi nlemvo andi wunzinganga mu zithangu zioso; bidilu bilenda kuiza va builu; vayi khini yinkuizanga va nsuka.
6 And I had said indeed in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Bu ndiba mu luvovomo, ndituba: “Ndilendi nikunu ko”
7 Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was terrified.
A Yave, mu nlemvo aku, ngeyo wukindisa mongoꞌama… vayi bu wusueka zizi kiaku buna minu ndimona boma.
8 Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will I make supplication.
Kuidi ngeyo, a Yave, nditela mbila. Kuidi Yave ndiyamikina mu diambu di lusadusu
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the grave? Shall the dust thank thee? shall it announce thy truth?
“Ndandu mbi yidi mu mbivusu ama, minu kuluka mu dibulu e? Mbungi-mbungi yilenda kuzitisa e? Voti yilenda yamikina kikhuikizi kiaku e?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.
A Yave wa, wumboni kiadi, A yave, bika wuba lusadusu luama.”
11 Thou hast changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sack-cloth, and girded me with joy.
Ngeyo wuviakisa bidilu biama makinu, wunianguna tsaku ama ayi wuphuika khini.
12 To the end that my glorious soul may sing praise to thee, and never be silent. O Lord my God, for ever will I give thanks unto thee.
Muingi ntimꞌama wuyimbidila minkunga ayi wubika ba dio sui. A Yave, Nzambi ama, ndiela ku vutudilanga mu zithangu zioso.
