Psalms 39
1 “To the chief musician, to Jeduthun, a psalm of David.” I said, I will guard my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will guard my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before me.
Nkunga Davidi kuidi Yedutuni, pfumu minyimbidi. Minu ndituba: “ndiela sunga zinzila ziama ayi ndiela keba ludimi luama mu masumu. Ndiela tula luvambu mu munuꞌama mu zithangu zioso batu bambimbi bela banga ku ntuala meso mama.”
2 I was dumb in deep silence, I was quite still, even from [speaking] good; but my pain was greatly excited;
Bu ndiba dio sui ayi ndidingalala ayi bu ndisia tuba kadi diambu ko. Vayi ziphasi ziama buelama na buelama zilembo zibuelama.
3 My heart was hot within me, in my self-communing there burnt a fire: [then] spoke I with my tongue,
Ntimꞌama wulema mu khati nitu ama; ayi bu ndiyindula, buna mbazu yilema. Diawu nditumbu tubila mu ludimi luama:
4 Let me know, O Lord, my end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I wish to know when I shall cease to be.
“Wumbonisa, a Yave tsukulu yi luzingu luama; ayi thalu yi bilumbu biama bika wunzabikisa ti luzingu luama vioka lu mvioka!
5 Behold, measured out with the span hast thou made my days; and my whole duration is nothing before thee: yea, as nothing but vanity doth every man stand here. (Selah)
Ngeyo wuvanga bilumbu biama siadila banga dikanda diama Tezo ki mimvu miama kisi ko kadi mfunu va ntanlꞌaku. Kadika luzingu lu mutu luidi kaka phemo.
6 As nothing but a shadowy image doth man walk about, yea, for vanity only do all make a noise: he heapeth up his gains, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
Mutu widi khatika kimbindi bu keti kuenda ayi vutuka weti banga mayindu, vayi mu phamba kuandi; weti kupika bima vayi kakadi zaba nani wela bitota.
7 And now, what shall I wait for, O Lord? my hope is in thee.
Vayi buabu, Yave, mbi mfueti vingila e? Diana diama didi mu ngeyo.
8 From all my transgressions deliver thou me: render me not the object of reproach of the worthless.
Wuphukisa mu zinzimbala ziama zioso; kadi kundiekula ndikituka sekonono ki bivulu.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou hadst done it.
Ndiba dio sui; ndisia zibula munu ama ko bila ngeyo wuvanga buawu.
10 Remove thou thy plague away from me: from the blows of thy hand am I consumed.
Wuphengumunina nsongo aku. Ndieka suka mu diambu di bikoti bi mioko miaku.
11 When thou with corrections chastisest man for iniquity, thou causest his excellence to melt away as [if eaten by] the moth: yea, nothing but vanity is every man. (Selah)
Ngeyo weti tubidila ayi weti vana batu thumbudulu mu diambu di masumu mawu. Ngeyo weti zinisa kimvuama kiawu banga kiphepele kadika mutu widi phemo.
12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears; for a stranger am I with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.
Wa lusambulu luama; a Yave! Dimba yamikina kuama mu diambu di lusadusu. Kadi lasakana mu bidilu biama; bila ndieti kalanga yaku va kimosi banga nzenza, banga nkibi, banga bakulu bama boso.
13 Leave off from me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and am no more.
Wuphengumunina thaluꞌaku muingi ndimona diaka khini tuamina ndunda ayi ndibika buela monika.”
