Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they 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 say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Bawombo balembo tubi mu diambu diama: “Nzambi kalendi kunkula ko.”
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Vayi ngeyo, widi nkaku ama, a Yave. Ngeyo nkemboꞌama, ngeyo wumvumbulanga ntu ama.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
Ndinyamikinanga kuidi Yave. Niandi wukuphutudilanga mvutu tona ku mongo andi wunlongo.
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
Ndinlambadala, ndinleka tulu ayi ndinkotukanga; bila Yave niandi wukukhebanga.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
Nditinanga ko tsisi yi makabu mawombo-wombo ma batu bobo banzungididi ndambu ayi ndambu.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Yave telama; ngeyo Nzambi ama, wukhudi. Bila ngeyo wubetidi bambeni baama baoso mu matama. Wukoludi meno ma batu bambimbi.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Kuidi Yave kumbanga phulusu. Bika lusakumunu luaku luba kuidi batu baku!
