Psalms 88
1 [A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Suffering of Affliction." A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite.] YHWH, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
Nkunga bana ba Kole kuidi pfumu minyimbidi; bayimbidila mu flute. Nkunga Hemani muisi Ezilakite. A Yave, Nzambi yoyi yeti kuphukisa, muini ayi builu ndieti yamikina va ntualꞌaku.
2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
Bika lusambulu luama lutula va ntualꞌaku; balula dikutu diaku bu ndilembo yamikina.
Bila muelꞌama wufulukidi mu ziphasi ayi luzingu luama lufikimini tsi yi bafua. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
Ndidi mu ntanda wu batu bobo bankuenda ku diyilu ndieka banga mutu kambulu zingolo.
5 set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
Ndidi wuvuanda va ndambu lufua, banga batu bavondo; bobo badi baleka mu ku tsi bafua; bobo wunkambu buela tebukilanga moyo, bobo wusia buela bela mayindu ko.
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
Ngeyo wuthula mu dibulu dinneni, mu tombi kinkobo.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
Miangu miaku mimbuila ayi zitu midi Minu ndidiamusu kuidi ngeyo mu mayo maku moso.
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
Ngeyo wuphambisa mu bakundi bama bakiluzolo ngeyo wukhitula kima ki khemi kuidi bawu. Ndidi wukangama ayi ndilendi baka bu tinina ko.
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, YHWH. I have spread out my hands to you.
Meso mama meka mbumbuluka mu diambu di ziphasi; ngeyo ndintela; a Yave, kadika lumbu kuidi ngeyo ndinonuna mioko miama.
10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? (Selah)
Wulenda kuaku monisa matsiminanga maku kuidi mutu wufua e? Bafua balenda fuluka ayi kuzitisa e?
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
Balenda yolukila luzolo luaku mu tsi bafua ayi kikhuikizi kiaku mu mbivusu e?
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Matsiminanga maku malenda zabakanga mu bibuangu bidi tombi voti mavanga maku masonga mu ntoto wowo batu bazimbakana mambu moso e?
13 But to you, YHWH, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
Vayi minu kuidi ngeyo ndinyamikina mu tomba lusadusu, mu nsuka lusambulu luama lunkuiza va ntualꞌaku.
14 YHWH, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
Bila mbi ngeyo Yave wundozidi e? Ayi bila mbi wulembo tsuekila zizi kiaku e?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
Tona mu bumuana buama minu ndidi mu phasi ndidi wukangama mu lufua Ndimona ziphasi mu tsisi aku ayi ndieka wukambu diana.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
Miangu miaku mingolo mimbuididi tsisi aku yimbunga.
17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
Mu lumbu kimvimba yawu yinzungidila banga khuka nlangu yawu yitungu kumbina mvimba.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
Ngeyo mu bandiatanga yama ayi mu bakiluzolo bama tombi kiawu nkundi ama wukuikama.
