Psalms 30

1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; [a Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised me up, and hast 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 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

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

3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast 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 unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and 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; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy [cometh] 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 Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy 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 thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication:

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

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy 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, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

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

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

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

12 To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

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