Psalms 79
1 A PSALM OF ASAPH. O God, nations have come into Your inheritance, They have defiled Your holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,
Nkunga Asafi. A Nzambi! Makanda mabulumukini kuika kiaku, Masumuna nzoꞌaku yinlongo, makitula Yelusalemi kunza ki matadi.
2 They gave the dead bodies of Your servants [As] food for the birds of the heavens, The flesh of Your saints For the wild beast of the earth.
Bavana zinitu zifua zi bisadi biaku banga bidia kuidi zinuni zi diyilu minsuni mi banlongo baku kuidi bibulu bi ntoto;
3 They have shed their blood As water around Jerusalem, And there is none burying.
Batengudi menga banga nlangu mu yendila Yelusalemi ayi kusia monika ko mutu mu zika.
4 We have been a reproach to our neighbors, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.
Tuyikidi bila ki lusembo kuidi bafikimini yeto; mvuezolo ayi kisekonono kuidi bobo batuzungididi.
5 Until when, O YHWH? Are You angry forever? Your jealousy burns as fire.
Nate thangu mbi, a Yave? Wela fueminanga mu zithangu zioso e? Nate thangu mbi kiphala kiaku kiela leminanga banga mbazu e?
6 Pour Your fury on the nations who have not known You, And on kingdoms that have not called on Your Name.
Dukula miangu miaku kuidi makanda momo masia kuzaba ko, kuidi bipfumu biobi kabi telanga ko dizina diaku.
7 For [one] has devoured Jacob, And they have made his habitation desolate.
Bila bameni dia Yakobi, ayi bamana tiolumuna tsi andi yikabutukila.
8 Do not remember for us the iniquities of forefathers, Hurry, let Your mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.
Kadi kututangila masumu ma bakulu! Bika kiadi kiaku kiza nsualu kuidi beto bila tueka mu mabienga makambulu diana.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, Because of the glory of Your Name, And deliver us, and cover over our sins, For Your Name’s sake.
Wutusadila, a Nzambi Mvulusi eto mu diambu di nkembo wu dizina diaku! Wutukuidi ayi wutulemvukila masumu meto mu diambu di dizina diaku!
10 Why do the nations say, “Where [is] their God?” Let [it] be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Your servants that is shed.
Bila mbi makanda meti tubila: “Kuevi kuidi Nzambi e?” va ntuala meso meto, zabikisa va khatitsika makanda ti ngeyo weti vutula landi mu menga matenguka ma bisadi biaku,
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before You, According to the greatness of Your arm, Leave the sons of death.
Bika kunga ku batu badi mu nloko kutula va ntualꞌaku. Mu zingolo zi koko kuaku, tanina bobo bazengolo nkanu wu lufua.
12 And return to our neighbors, Sevenfold to their bosom, their reproach, With which they reproached You, O Lord.
Vutudila mu zikhumbu tsambuadi bifingu bi bobo batufikimini; tsembolo yoyi bawobudila ngeyo Yave.
13 And we, Your people, and the flock of Your pasture, We give thanks to You for all time, We recount Your praise from generation to generation!
Buna beto batu baku, nkangu aku wu mamemi weti dikila; tuela kuzitisa mu zithangu zioso; mu tsungi ka tsungi, tuela yolukila minzitusu miaku.
