Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
Mu ngeyo, a Yave, ndisuamina kadi tala ti ndifua tsoni kadi khumbu yimosi!
2 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
Wukhudi ayi wuphukisa mu busonga buaku balula dikutu diaku kuidi minu ayi phukisa.
3 Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit.
Ba ditadi diama diodi di kutsuekanga; momo ndilenda kuenda mu zithangu zioso vana lutumunu mu kuphukisa bila widi ditadi diama ayi tinunu kiama ki ngolo.
4 My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man.
Wukhudi Nzambi ama mu mioko mi batu bambimbi; mu mioko mi batu bamvanganga mambimbi ayi mu batu badi tsita.
5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
Bila ngeyo wuba diana diama, a Yave, ngeyo wumvanganga moso wuzodidi. Diana diama tona mu bumuana buama.
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
Tona ndibutuka, mu ngeyo ndieti singimina; ngeyo wuthotula tona mu vumu ki ngudi ama; Ngeyo ndiela zitisanga mu zithangu zioso.
7 My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
Ndieka banga diambu di siminina kuidi bawombo, vayi ngeyo suamunu kiama kingolo.
8 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
Munu ama widi wuwala mu nzitusu aku wunyamikisa kiezila kiaku mu lumbu kimvimba.
9 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
Kadi kundoza mu thangu ndieka nunu; kadi kundiekula mu thangu zingolo ziama zilembu suki!
10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
Bila bambeni ziama zilembo thubidila bobo balembo tombi kuphonda, balembo wizana va kimosi,
11 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
balembo tubi: “Nzambi wunyekudi, nlandakananu, bila kuisi ko mutu wufueti ku nkula.”
12 God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
Kadi ba thama ayi minu, a Nzambi, yiza nsualu Nzambi ama mu kutsadisa!
13 Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
Bika mimfundi miama mibungana mu tsoni; bika bobo bantomba kuphanga phasi baba ba lenzo ayi dio kombolo.
14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
Vayi kuidi minu, ndiela tulanga kaka diana mu zithangu zioso buela kuzitisanga ngolo.
15 Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord;
Munu ama wela yolukila busonga buaku ayi phulusu aku mu lumbu kimvimba, bila ndikadi zaba tezo biawu.
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
Ndiela kuiza ayi yamikisa mavanga maku ma lulendo; a Yave, mutu wumvanganga makazodidi ndiela yamikisa busonga buaku; busonga buaku kaka.
17 God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
Tona mu bumuana buama, a Nzambi, ngeyo wundonga ayi ye lumbu kiaki yayi ndinyamikisanga matsiminanga maku.
18 And til in to `the eldnesse and the laste age; God, forsake thou not me. Til Y telle thin arm; to eche generacioun, that schal come. Til Y telle thi myyt,
Bobuawu, bu ndiela nuna ayi zitsuki ziphembi kadi ku ndiekula, a Nzambi. Muingi nditubila lulendo luaku kuidi tsungi yinkuiza, zingolo ziaku kuidi babo bela kuiza.
19 and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
Busonga buaku buntula nate ku diyilu, a Nzambi. Ngeyo wuvanga mambu manneni; nani a Nzambi widi banga ngeyo e?
20 Hou grete tribulaciouns many and yuele hast thou schewid to me; and thou conuertid hast quykenyd me, and hast eft brouyt me ayen fro the depthis of erthe.
Ngeyo wumbonisa ziphasi ziwombo ayi zindudi; wela buela kuphutudila luzingu; tona ku tsi ntoto, ngeyo wela buela kuthotula.
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
Wela buela wokisa nzitusu ama, ayi buela ku khindisa diaka.
22 For whi and Y schal knowleche to thee, thou God, thi treuthe in the instrumentis of salm; Y schal synge in an harpe to thee, that art the hooli of Israel.
Ndiela kuzitisa mu ngitala mu diambu di kikhuikizi kiaku, a Nzambi ama; ndiela kuyimbidila minzitusu mu Lila. Ngeyo nlongo wu Iseli.
23 Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
Bididi biama biela yimbila mu diambu di khini mu thangu ndiela kuyimbidila minzitusu, minu mutu wowo wukula.
24 But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
Ludimi luama luela yolukila mavanga maku masonga mu lumbu kimvimba, Bila bobo bantomba kumbonisa phasi bela fua tsoni ayi bela ba dio kombolo.
