Psalms 7
1 A musical composition of David, which he sang to Yahweh concerning the words of Cush the Benjamite. Yahweh my God, I take refuge in you! Save me from all who chase me, and rescue 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 Otherwise, they will rip me apart like a lion, tearing me in pieces with no one else able to bring me to safety.
Muingi babika ku khanzuna banga khosi ayi kunzenga mu bitini mu kambu mutu wulenda vukisa.
3 Yahweh my God, if I have done this, and there is guilt on my hands—
A Yave, Nzambi ama, enati ndivengi mawu ayi enati nzimbala yidi mu mioko miama;
4 if I have done evil to him who was at peace with me, or senselessly harmed my enemy without cause, then hear my words.
enati ndivutudi mambimbi kuidi mutu wubedi zinganga yama mu ndembama, voti ndiziona, mu kambu bila, bima bi mutu wundenda,
5 Then let my enemy pursue my life and overtake me; let him trample my life to the ground and lay my honor in the dust. (Selah)
buna bika mbeni ama kandandakana ayi kambakidila; bika kadiatidila luzingu luama va tsi, ayi kandekisa mu mbungi-mbungi.
6 Arise, Yahweh, in your anger; stand up against the rage of my enemies; wake up for my sake and carry out the righteous decrees that you have commanded for them.
A Yave, telama ku tsi nganzi aku, Nuanisa miangu mi ngolo mi bambeni ziama. A Nzambi ama, kotuka bika wundungisa.
7 The countries are assembled all around you; take once more your rightful place over them.
Bika lukutukunu lu batu bazungidila, bika wuba yadila bu widi ku diyilu
8 Yahweh, judge the nations; vindicate me, Yahweh, because I am righteous and innocent, Most High.
Bika Yave wusambisa batu A Yave, wutsambisa boso buididi busonga buama ayi boso buididi fuanana kuama, a Nzambi yizangama
9 May the evil deeds of the wicked come to an end, but establish the righteous people, righteous God, you who examine hearts and minds.
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 comes from God, the one who saves the upright in heart.
Nzambi yizangama niandi nkaku ama; niandi wumvukisanga batu babo badi mintima milulama.
11 God is a righteous judge, a God who is indignant each day.
Nzambi niandi zuzi disonga, Nzambi wummonisanga miangu miandi mu kadika lumbu.
12 If a person does not repent, God will sharpen his sword and will prepare his bow for battle.
Enati kakadi balula mavanga, wela lengula sabala kiandi, wela leki mbasꞌandi ayi kuwukubika.
13 He prepares to use weapons against him; he makes his arrows flaming shafts.
Wukubika binduanina biandi bi lufua wulembo kitula madionga mandi madionga ma mbazu.
14 Think about the one who is pregnant with wickedness, who conceives destructive plans, who gives birth to harmful lies.
Niandi widi mu buemba bu mambimbi; widi mu kubika ziphasi ayi butidi mambu ma luvunu.
15 He digs a pit and hollows it out and then falls into the hole he has made.
Niandi wukaba dibulu; wudikulula dimula ayi wubua mu dibulu di kakaba niandi veka.
16 His own destructive plans return to his own head, for his violence comes down on his own head.
Ziphasi ziozi kakubika zimbuididi niandi veka ayi tsitꞌandi yibuidi va dikosi diandi.
17 I will give thanks to Yahweh for his justice; I will sing praise to Yahweh Most High.
Ndiela vutudila Yave matondo mu diambu di busonga buandi. Ayi ndiela yimbidila nzitusu wu dizina di Yave wuzangama.
