Psalms 142

1 A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to the LORD. With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.

Nkunga Davidi kayimbidila banga lusambulu mu thangu kaba mu nsuku. Ndinyamikina ngolo kuidi Yave Ndimvumbula mbembo ama kuidi Yave mu diambu di kiadi.

2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

Ndilembo dukula luniongo luama va ntualꞌandi; va ntualꞌandi, ndinyolukila ziphasi ziama.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Mu thangu phevi ama yilembo suki-suki mu khati ama, keti ngeyo wuzaba nzilꞌama. Mu nsolo wowo ndidiatila, muawu batu bathambila ntambu.

4 Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

Tala ku lubakala luama ayi tala, kadi mutu widi mayindu mu minu. Ndisi kadi suamunu ko kuisi ko mutu wumbanzila luzingu luama.

5 I cried to you, LORD. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

Kuidi ngeyo ndinyamikina, a Yave. Ndilembo tubi: “ngeyo suamunu kiama; Ngeyo kuku kiama va ntoto wu batu badi moyo.”

6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

Dimba yamikina kuama bila ndidi nsukami wu ngolo, wukambulu diana; wukhula mu bobo balembo ndandakana bila bawu bandutidi ngolo.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

Bika wuthotula nloko ama muingi ndizitisa dizina diaku; buna basonga bela kuiza kutakana va ndidi mu diambu di mamboti maku kuidi minu.