Psalms 30

1 [A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, LORD, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

Nkunga Davidi kayimbidila mu mbiekolo nzo Nzambi. Ndiela kuyayisa, a Yave bila ngeyo wuthotula mu dibulu didi thipula Wusia tia ko ti bambeni ziama zimona khini mu diambu diama.

2 LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

A Yave, Nzambi ama, ngeyo nditela mu diambu di lusadusu ayi ngeyo wumbelusa.

3 LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Yave, ngeyo wuthotula mu tsi bafua, ngeyo wuthanina muingi ndibika tibuka mu dibulu. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to the LORD, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.

Luyimbidila Yave beno banlongo bandi; Zitisanu dizina diandi di nlongo.

5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

Bila nganzi andi yizingilanga mu ndambu thangu kaka. Vayi nlemvo andi wunzinganga mu zithangu zioso; bidilu bilenda kuiza va builu; vayi khini yinkuizanga va nsuka.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."

Bu ndiba mu luvovomo, ndituba: “Ndilendi nikunu ko”

7 You, LORD, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

A Yave, mu nlemvo aku, ngeyo wukindisa mongoꞌama… vayi bu wusueka zizi kiaku buna minu ndimona boma.

8 I cried to you, LORD. To the LORD I made petition:

Kuidi ngeyo, a Yave, nditela mbila. Kuidi Yave ndiyamikina mu diambu di lusadusu

9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

“Ndandu mbi yidi mu mbivusu ama, minu kuluka mu dibulu e? Mbungi-mbungi yilenda kuzitisa e? Voti yilenda yamikina kikhuikizi kiaku e?

10 Hear, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be my helper."

A Yave wa, wumboni kiadi, A yave, bika wuba lusadusu luama.”

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

Ngeyo wuviakisa bidilu biama makinu, wunianguna tsaku ama ayi wuphuika khini.

12 To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever.

Muingi ntimꞌama wuyimbidila minkunga ayi wubika ba dio sui. A Yave, Nzambi ama, ndiela ku vutudilanga mu zithangu zioso.