Psalms 3
1 A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
Nkunga Davidi mu thangu katina muanꞌandi Abisaloni. A Yave, tala buevi badidi woka bobo bandendidi; batu bawombo balembo ndiendila manenga.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
Bawombo balembo tubi mu diambu diama: “Nzambi kalendi kunkula ko.”
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Vayi ngeyo, widi nkaku ama, a Yave. Ngeyo nkemboꞌama, ngeyo wumvumbulanga ntu ama.
4 I cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Ndinyamikinanga kuidi Yave. Niandi wukuphutudilanga mvutu tona ku mongo andi wunlongo.
5 I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for Yahweh sustains me.
Ndinlambadala, ndinleka tulu ayi ndinkotukanga; bila Yave niandi wukukhebanga.
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Nditinanga ko tsisi yi makabu mawombo-wombo ma batu bobo banzungididi ndambu ayi ndambu.
7 Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
Yave telama; ngeyo Nzambi ama, wukhudi. Bila ngeyo wubetidi bambeni baama baoso mu matama. Wukoludi meno ma batu bambimbi.
8 Salvation belongs to Yahweh. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
Kuidi Yave kumbanga phulusu. Bika lusakumunu luaku luba kuidi batu baku!
