Psalms 41
1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the day of evil.
Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi. Lusakumunu kuidi mutu wowo thaluꞌandi yidi kuidi mutu wulebakana, Yave weti ku nkula mu thangu yi ziphasi.
2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive, and he shall be blessed upon the earth; and deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.
Yave wela kunkeba ayi wela tanina luzingu luandi; wela kunsakumuna va ntoto ayi kalendi kunyekula ko mu luzolo lu bobo beti kunlenda;
3 The LORD will support him upon the couch of languishing: thou makest all his bed in his sickness.
Yave wela kunkindisa va mfulu andi yi kimbevo. Ngeyo wela kumbelusa va mfulu andi yi kimbevo.
4 I said, O LORD, have mercy upon me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
Ndituba: “A Yave, wumboni kiadi. Wumbelusa bila kuidi ngeyo ndivodidi masumu.”
5 Mine enemies speak evil against me, [saying], When shall he die, and his name perish?
Bambeni ziama zilembo tubi mambu mu diela dimbimbi mu diambu diama: “Thangu mbi kela fua ayi dizina diandi diela lalakana e?”
6 And if he come to see [me], he speaketh vanity; his heart gathereth iniquity to itself: when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
yoso thangu mutu kizidi mu kuthala; mutu wowo wuntubanga luvunu. Ntimꞌandi wufulukidi mambu ma mvuezolo; buna wuntotukanga ku nganda ayi wunyolukilanga mawu.
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
Bambeni ziama zioso zilembo niunguta va kimosi mu diambu diama. Balembo yindula mambimbi mu diambu diama, balembo tubi:
8 An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
“Nsongo wumbimbi wumbuididi. Kalendi buela vumbuka ko va buangu kioki kalambididi.”
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
Ka diambu ko nkundi ama wu luzolo, wowo ndibedi silanga diana, wubedi kabulanga dipha diama, wumbalumukini.
10 But thou, O LORD, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
Vayi ngeyo Yave, wumboni kiadi wuthedimisa. Muingi ndiba vutudila landi.
11 By this I know that thou delightest in me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
Nzebi ti ngeyo wunyangalalanga mu minu; mu diambu di mbeni ama kabika kundunga.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
Mu bufuana kuama, ngeyo wutsimba; wuthedimisa mu zithangu zioso va tuala meso maku.
13 Blessed be the LORD, the God of Israel, from everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
Nzitusu wuba kuidi Yave, Nzambi yi Iseli, mu thangu yi kayimani.
