Psalms 51
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. When Nathan the Prophet had come to him, after he had gone in unto Bath-sheba. Be favorable unto me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness, And, in the multitude of thy compassions, blot out my transgressions;
Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi; mu thangu mbikuidi Natani kayiza kuidi Davidi mu kitsuza kiandi ayi Betaseba. A Nzambi, wumboni kiadi boso buididi luzolo luaku lu ngolo; boso buididi kiadi kiaku kinneni, kubula zinzimbala ziama.
2 Thoroughly wash me from mine iniquity, And, from my sin, make me pure;
Sukula mambimbi mama moso. Ayi wuphedisa mu disumu diama.
3 For, my transgressions, do, I, acknowledge, And, my sin, is before me continually:
Bila nzebi zinzimbala ziama ayi disumu diama didi ku ntualꞌama mu zithangu zioso.
4 Against thee—against thee alone, have I sinned, And, wickedness—in thine eyes, have I done, —That thou mayest, Be justified when thou speakest, —Be clear when thou judgest.
Kuidi ngeyo, veka kaka ndivodidi masumu; ayi ndivengi mambimbi va meso maku; muingi wumonika wusonga mu thangu wutuba ayi wukambulu zimbala mu thangu wunsambisa
5 Lo! in iniquity, was I brought forth, And, in sin, did my mother conceive me.
Bukiedika, minu ndidi nkua masumu tona mu mbutukulu; nkua masumu tona thangu ngudi ama kabaka buemba buama.
6 Lo! faithfulness, hast thou desired in the inward parts, Yea, in the hidden part, wilt thou cause me to know, wisdom.
Bukiedika ngeyo tidi ti kiedika kiba mu khati ku nitu. Wundonga nduenga mu khati yi ntimꞌama
7 Wilt thou cleanse me from sin with hyssop, That I may be pure? Wilt thou wash me, That I may be whiter, than snow?
Wuphedisa mu isopi buna ma ndivedila; wutsukula buna ndiela ba wuphembi viokila mvula yi matadi ma phembi;
8 Wilt thou cause me to hear joy and gladness? The bones thou hast crushed would exult.
Bika ndimona khini ayi ndiyangalala Bika mimvesi miomi wukosikisa mi yangalala.
9 Hide thy face from my sins, —And, all mine iniquities, blot out;
Sueka zizi kiaku va ntuala masumu mama ayi kubula mbimbi ama yoso.
10 A pure heart, create for me, O God, And, a steadfast spirit, renew within me.
Vanga mu minu ntima wuvedila, a Nzambi ayi buela kitula mu minu pheve yimona ayi yikinda.
11 Do not cast me away from thy presence, And, thy Holy Spirit, do not take from me:
Kadi kukhuka va ntuala zizi kiaku; kadi botula pheve aku yinlongo mu minu.
12 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, And, with a willing spirit, wilt thou uphold me: —
Wuphutudila khini yi phulusu aku ayi bika wuphana Pheve yi luzolo lu mboti muingi yikhindisa.
13 I would teach transgressors thy ways, And, sinners, unto thee, should return.
Buna ndiela longa zinzila ziaku kuidi bobo beti vanga zinzimbala, ayi bankua masumu bela vutuka kuidi ngeyo.
14 Rescue me from shed-blood, O God, the God of my salvation, My tongue should shout thy righteousness;
Wuphukisa mu nzimbala yi menga, a Nzambi Nzambi yoyi yeti kuphukisa, ayi ludimi luama luela yimbidila busonga buaku.
15 O My Lord! my lips, wilt thou open, And, my mouth, shall declare thy praise.
A Yave zibula bididi biama, ayi munuꞌama wela yamikisa nzitusu aku.
16 For thou wilt not desire sacrifice—that I should give it, Ascending-offering, will not please:
Ngeyo wuzolanga ko makaba, bila enati buawu; nganu ndinatina mawu; ayi wumonanga khini ko mu makaba mayoko.
17 The sacrifices of God, are a spirit that is broken, —A heart—broken and crushed, O God, thou wilt not despise.
Makaba ma Nzambi madi pheve yi kosakana ntima wukosakana ayi wu kiadi a Nzambi, wulendi ku milenza ko.
18 Do good, in thy good-pleasure, unto Zion, Wilt thou build the walls of Jerusalem!
Mu diambu di mamboti maku, bika wuvangila Sioni mamboti, tunga diaka bibaka bi Yelusalemi.
19 Then, shalt thou desire the sacrifices of righteousness, Ascending-sacrifice and whole burnt-offering, Then, shall ascend upon thine altar, young bulls.
Kuna kuela ba makaba ma busonga, makaba mayoko mamvimba meti kumonisa khini. Buna zingombi zimbakala ziela tambuku va ntalꞌaku.
