Psalms 7
1 Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
Nkunga wu maniongo wu Davidi kayimbidila Yave mu diambu di KUSI, muisi dikanda di Benzami. A Yave, Nzambi ama, kuidi ngeyo ndintombilanga suamunu kiama. Wuphukisa mu babo beti kundandakana ayi wukhula.
2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
Muingi babika ku khanzuna banga khosi ayi kunzenga mu bitini mu kambu mutu wulenda vukisa.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
A Yave, Nzambi ama, enati ndivengi mawu ayi enati nzimbala yidi mu mioko miama;
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
enati ndivutudi mambimbi kuidi mutu wubedi zinganga yama mu ndembama, voti ndiziona, mu kambu bila, bima bi mutu wundenda,
5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
buna bika mbeni ama kandandakana ayi kambakidila; bika kadiatidila luzingu luama va tsi, ayi kandekisa mu mbungi-mbungi.
6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
A Yave, telama ku tsi nganzi aku, Nuanisa miangu mi ngolo mi bambeni ziama. A Nzambi ama, kotuka bika wundungisa.
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
Bika lukutukunu lu batu bazungidila, bika wuba yadila bu widi ku diyilu
8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
Bika Yave wusambisa batu A Yave, wutsambisa boso buididi busonga buama ayi boso buididi fuanana kuama, a Nzambi yizangama
9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
A Nzambi yi busonga, ngeyo wumfionguninanga mintima ayi mayindu ma batu, manisa makhemi ma mutu wumbimbi ayi tula mutu wusonga mu luvovomo.
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
Nzambi yizangama niandi nkaku ama; niandi wumvukisanga batu babo badi mintima milulama.
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
Nzambi niandi zuzi disonga, Nzambi wummonisanga miangu miandi mu kadika lumbu.
12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
Enati kakadi balula mavanga, wela lengula sabala kiandi, wela leki mbasꞌandi ayi kuwukubika.
13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
Wukubika binduanina biandi bi lufua wulembo kitula madionga mandi madionga ma mbazu.
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
Niandi widi mu buemba bu mambimbi; widi mu kubika ziphasi ayi butidi mambu ma luvunu.
15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
Niandi wukaba dibulu; wudikulula dimula ayi wubua mu dibulu di kakaba niandi veka.
16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
Ziphasi ziozi kakubika zimbuididi niandi veka ayi tsitꞌandi yibuidi va dikosi diandi.
17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
Ndiela vutudila Yave matondo mu diambu di busonga buandi. Ayi ndiela yimbidila nzitusu wu dizina di Yave wuzangama.
