Psalms 144

1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:

Nkunga Davidi. Bika, nzitusu wuba kuidi Yave, ditadi diama; weti longa mioko miama mu nuana mvita ayi minlembo miama mu nuana khindu.

2 My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.

Niandi Nzambi ama yi luzolo ayi tinunu kiama niandi suamunu kiama kingolo ayi niandi nkuidi ama, niandi nkaku ama; mu niandi ndieti suamina ayi niandi wuntulanga batu ku tsi luyalu luama.

3 O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:

A Yave, buna mutu niandi nani muingi wumbelanga mayindu; muana mutu muingi wunyindulanga e?

4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.

Mutu dedakani banga phemo; bilumbu biandi bidi banga kitsusula kimvioka.

5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:

Vasa diyilu diaku, a Yave, ayi kuluka; simba miongo muingi mitotula muisi.

6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:

Fidisa zitsiemo ku ntuala ayi sasikisa bambeni ziama. Loza madionga maku ayi wuba zimbikisa.

7 Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,

Yalumuna koko kuaku bu widi ku yilu; wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu minlangu mi nguma ayi mu mioko mi banzenza,

8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.

bobo miunu miwedi luvunu; bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.

9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:

Ndiela kuyimbidila nkunga wumona, a Nzambi. Mu siku ki kumi di minsinga, kioki beti tedila Lila, ndiela bula miziki,

10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.

Kuidi mutu wowo wumvananga kuidi mintinu ndungunu, mutu wowo wunkulanga kisadi kiaku Davidi mu sabala kimvondanga.

11 Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood: —

Wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu mioko mi banzenza; bobo miunu miwedi luvunu bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.

12 That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:

Buna bana beto babakala, mu bumuana buawu bela ba banga bikunusu binyundukanga bumboti. Bana beto babaketo bela ba banga makunzi mafikulu; mammonisanga kitoko ki buangu.

13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:

Bilundulu bieto biela ba biwala mu kadika ntindu wu bidia; minkangu mieto mi mamemi miela buelama ayi buelama mu zimili zi zimili mu makumi ma zimili mu zitsola zieto.

14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —

Zingombi zieto zikheto ziela nata mfuna wungolo, mavudu malendi ba ko mu bibaka bieto kadi buela kuenda mu kivika, yamikina ku ziphasi kulendi ba diaka ko mu zinzila zieto.

15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!

Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo mambu mama meti vangama. Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo Yave kadidi Nzambi.