Psalms 3
1 [A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] LORD, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
Nkunga Davidi mu thangu katina muanꞌandi Abisaloni. A Yave, tala buevi badidi woka bobo bandendidi; batu bawombo balembo ndiendila manenga.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
Bawombo balembo tubi mu diambu diama: “Nzambi kalendi kunkula ko.”
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Vayi ngeyo, widi nkaku ama, a Yave. Ngeyo nkemboꞌama, ngeyo wumvumbulanga ntu ama.
4 I cried out to the LORD with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Ndinyamikinanga kuidi Yave. Niandi wukuphutudilanga mvutu tona ku mongo andi wunlongo.
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for the LORD sustains me.
Ndinlambadala, ndinleka tulu ayi ndinkotukanga; bila Yave niandi wukukhebanga.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Nditinanga ko tsisi yi makabu mawombo-wombo ma batu bobo banzungididi ndambu ayi ndambu.
7 Arise, LORD. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
Yave telama; ngeyo Nzambi ama, wukhudi. Bila ngeyo wubetidi bambeni baama baoso mu matama. Wukoludi meno ma batu bambimbi.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
Kuidi Yave kumbanga phulusu. Bika lusakumunu luaku luba kuidi batu baku!
