Psalms 30
1 A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered 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 Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
A Yave, Nzambi ama, ngeyo nditela mu diambu di lusadusu ayi ngeyo wumbelusa.
3 O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Yave, ngeyo wuthotula mu tsi bafua, ngeyo wuthanina muingi ndibika tibuka mu dibulu. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
Luyimbidila Yave beno banlongo bandi; Zitisanu dizina diandi di nlongo.
5 For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
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 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
Bu ndiba mu luvovomo, ndituba: “Ndilendi nikunu ko”
7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
A Yave, mu nlemvo aku, ngeyo wukindisa mongoꞌama… vayi bu wusueka zizi kiaku buna minu ndimona boma.
8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
Kuidi ngeyo, a Yave, nditela mbila. Kuidi Yave ndiyamikina mu diambu di lusadusu
9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
“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 Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
A Yave wa, wumboni kiadi, A yave, bika wuba lusadusu luama.”
11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
Ngeyo wuviakisa bidilu biama makinu, wunianguna tsaku ama ayi wuphuika khini.
12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.
Muingi ntimꞌama wuyimbidila minkunga ayi wubika ba dio sui. A Yave, Nzambi ama, ndiela ku vutudilanga mu zithangu zioso.
