Psalms 39
1 TO THE OVERSEER. FOR JEDUTHUN. A PSALM OF DAVID. I have said, “I observe my ways, Against sinning with my tongue, I keep a curb for my mouth, 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 mute [with] silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is 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 [is] hot within me, In my meditating the fire burns, I have spoken with my tongue.
Ntimꞌama wulema mu khati nitu ama; ayi bu ndiyindula, buna mbazu yilema. Diawu nditumbu tubila mu ludimi luama:
4 “Cause me to know, O YHWH, my end, And the measure of my days—what it [is],” I know how frail I [am].
“Wumbonisa, a Yave tsukulu yi luzingu luama; ayi thalu yi bilumbu biama bika wunzabikisa ti luzingu luama vioka lu mvioka!
5 Behold, You have made my days handbreadths, And my age [is] as nothing before You, Only, every man set up [is] all vanity. (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 Only, each habitually walks in an image, Only, [in] vain, they are disquieted, He heaps up and does not know who gathers 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 have I expected? O Lord, my hope—it [is] of You.
Vayi buabu, Yave, mbi mfueti vingila e? Diana diama didi mu ngeyo.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions, Do not make me a reproach of the fool.
Wuphukisa mu zinzimbala ziama zioso; kadi kundiekula ndikituka sekonono ki bivulu.
9 I have been mute, I do not open my mouth, Because You have done [it].
Ndiba dio sui; ndisia zibula munu ama ko bila ngeyo wuvanga buawu.
10 Turn aside Your stroke from off me, From the striving of Your hand I have been consumed.
Wuphengumunina nsongo aku. Ndieka suka mu diambu di bikoti bi mioko miaku.
11 With reproofs against iniquity, You have corrected man, And dissolve his desirableness as a moth, Only, every man [is] vanity. (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 YHWH, And give ear [to] my cry, Do not be silent to my tear, For I [am] a sojourner with You, A settler 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 Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
Wuphengumunina thaluꞌaku muingi ndimona diaka khini tuamina ndunda ayi ndibika buela monika.”
