Psalms 11

1 TO THE OVERSEER. BY DAVID. In YHWH I trusted, how do you say to my soul, “They moved to your mountain [as] the bird?”

Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi. Kuidi Yave ndintombilanga suamunu. Buevi lulenda ku khambila: “Tinina ku miongo miaku banga bu ntininanga nuni.”

2 For behold, the wicked bend a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Bila tala, batu bambimbi balembo leki mimbasa; ayi balembo ludika zitsoto va nsinga mi mimbasa muingi babasula, bu badi mu tombi, batu bobo badi mintima mi lulama.

3 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what has he done?

Enati zifundasio zitiolumunu, buna mutu wusonga, mbi kalenda vanga e?

4 YHWH [is] in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne [is] in the heavens. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men.

Yave widi mu nzoꞌandi yinlongo! Yave, kundu kiandi ki luyalu kidi ku diyilu, meso mandi malembo tadi ayi zindabu ziandi zimfionguninanga bana ba batu.

5 YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, His soul has hated,

Yave wumfionguninanga mutu wusonga vayi muelꞌandi weti lenda mutu wumbimbi ayi mutu wowo wunzolanga matsita.

6 He pours on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

Wunokisanga makala ayi sofolo yi mbazu. Kuidi batu bambimbi, Phemo yi mbazu yawu kopo yi ziphasi bela kabana.

7 For YHWH [is] righteous, He has loved righteousness, His countenance sees the upright!

Bila Yave widi wusonga, wunzolanga masonga. Batu badi mintima mi lulama bela talanga zizi kiandi.