Psalms 142

1 An Instructive Psalm of David. When he was in the Cave. A Prayer. With my voice—to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice—to Yahweh, make I supplication:

Nkunga Davidi kayimbidila banga lusambulu mu thangu kaba mu nsuku. Ndinyamikina ngolo kuidi Yave Ndimvumbula mbembo ama kuidi Yave mu diambu di kiadi.

2 I pour out before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

Ndilembo dukula luniongo luama va ntualꞌandi; va ntualꞌandi, ndinyolukila ziphasi ziama.

3 When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, —In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

Mu thangu phevi ama yilembo suki-suki mu khati ama, keti ngeyo wuzaba nzilꞌama. Mu nsolo wowo ndidiatila, muawu batu bathambila ntambu.

4 Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, —Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

Tala ku lubakala luama ayi tala, kadi mutu widi mayindu mu minu. Ndisi kadi suamunu ko kuisi ko mutu wumbanzila luzingu luama.

5 I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, —I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, in the land of the living.

Kuidi ngeyo ndinyamikina, a Yave. Ndilembo tubi: “ngeyo suamunu kiama; Ngeyo kuku kiama va ntoto wu batu badi moyo.”

6 Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, —Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

Dimba yamikina kuama bila ndidi nsukami wu ngolo, wukambulu diana; wukhula mu bobo balembo ndandakana bila bawu bandutidi ngolo.

7 O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name, —About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Bika wuthotula nloko ama muingi ndizitisa dizina diaku; buna basonga bela kuiza kutakana va ndidi mu diambu di mamboti maku kuidi minu.