Psalms 11

1 [For the Chief Musician. By David.] In Jehovah, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain."

Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi. Kuidi Yave ndintombilanga suamunu. Buevi lulenda ku khambila: “Tinina ku miongo miaku banga bu ntininanga nuni.”

2 For, look, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Bila tala, batu bambimbi balembo leki mimbasa; ayi balembo ludika zitsoto va nsinga mi mimbasa muingi babasula, bu badi mu tombi, batu bobo badi mintima mi lulama.

3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

Enati zifundasio zitiolumunu, buna mutu wusonga, mbi kalenda vanga e?

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah is on his throne in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyes examine the descendants of Adam.

Yave widi mu nzoꞌandi yinlongo! Yave, kundu kiandi ki luyalu kidi ku diyilu, meso mandi malembo tadi ayi zindabu ziandi zimfionguninanga bana ba batu.

5 Jehovah examines the righteous, but the wicked and the one who loves violence his soul hates.

Yave wumfionguninanga mutu wusonga vayi muelꞌandi weti lenda mutu wumbimbi ayi mutu wowo wunzolanga matsita.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Wunokisanga makala ayi sofolo yi mbazu. Kuidi batu bambimbi, Phemo yi mbazu yawu kopo yi ziphasi bela kabana.

7 For Jehovah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

Bila Yave widi wusonga, wunzolanga masonga. Batu badi mintima mi lulama bela talanga zizi kiandi.