Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
Nkunga Davidi. Bika, nzitusu wuba kuidi Yave, ditadi diama; weti longa mioko miama mu nuana mvita ayi minlembo miama mu nuana khindu.
2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
Niandi Nzambi ama yi luzolo ayi tinunu kiama niandi suamunu kiama kingolo ayi niandi nkuidi ama, niandi nkaku ama; mu niandi ndieti suamina ayi niandi wuntulanga batu ku tsi luyalu luama.
3 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
A Yave, buna mutu niandi nani muingi wumbelanga mayindu; muana mutu muingi wunyindulanga e?
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Mutu dedakani banga phemo; bilumbu biandi bidi banga kitsusula kimvioka.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Vasa diyilu diaku, a Yave, ayi kuluka; simba miongo muingi mitotula muisi.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Fidisa zitsiemo ku ntuala ayi sasikisa bambeni ziama. Loza madionga maku ayi wuba zimbikisa.
7 Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Yalumuna koko kuaku bu widi ku yilu; wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu minlangu mi nguma ayi mu mioko mi banzenza,
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
bobo miunu miwedi luvunu; bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.
9 O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
Ndiela kuyimbidila nkunga wumona, a Nzambi. Mu siku ki kumi di minsinga, kioki beti tedila Lila, ndiela bula miziki,
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
Kuidi mutu wowo wumvananga kuidi mintinu ndungunu, mutu wowo wunkulanga kisadi kiaku Davidi mu sabala kimvondanga.
11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
Wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu mioko mi banzenza; bobo miunu miwedi luvunu bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
Buna bana beto babakala, mu bumuana buawu bela ba banga bikunusu binyundukanga bumboti. Bana beto babaketo bela ba banga makunzi mafikulu; mammonisanga kitoko ki buangu.
13 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Bilundulu bieto biela ba biwala mu kadika ntindu wu bidia; minkangu mieto mi mamemi miela buelama ayi buelama mu zimili zi zimili mu makumi ma zimili mu zitsola zieto.
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
Zingombi zieto zikheto ziela nata mfuna wungolo, mavudu malendi ba ko mu bibaka bieto kadi buela kuenda mu kivika, yamikina ku ziphasi kulendi ba diaka ko mu zinzila zieto.
15 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo mambu mama meti vangama. Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo Yave kadidi Nzambi.
