Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities are past by.
Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi “kadi vonda.” Mu thangu kasuamina mu nluka matadi Sawuli bu kaba kunkuka. Wumboni kiadi, a Nzambi, wumboni kiadi! Bila muelꞌama wunsuaminanga mu ngeyo ndiela suamina ku kitsusula ki mavavi maku, nate mabienga mela mana vioka.
2 I will cry to God most high; to God that performeth all things for me.
Ndiela yamikina kuidi Nzambi yizangama; kuidi Nzambi weti dukisa zikhanu ziandi kuidi minu.
3 He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
Weti fidisa tona ku diyilu ayi weti kuphukisa; mu temina bobo beti kundandakana mu kingolo; Nzambi weti fidisa luzolo luandi ayi kikhuikizi kiandi.
4 My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Ndidi va khatitsika zikhosi; ndidi wulambalala va khatitsika bibulu bindianga minsuni; batu bobo meno mawu madi banga madionga mafioti ayi maneni ludimi luawu luidi sabala yisekoso ngolo.
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth.
Yayusu kuaku, a Nzambi, ku yilu diyilu Bika nkembo aku wuba va ntoto wumvimba!
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have dug a pit before me, into the midst of which they have fallen themselves. (Selah)
Batambila malu mama dikondi. Ndiba wukomvama mu ziphasi; Bakaba dibulu dinnene mu nsolo ama: vayi bawu veka ba buidi muawu.
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
Ntimꞌama widi wukinda a Nzambi; ntimꞌama widi wukinda. Ndiela yimbila, ndiela bula miziki.
8 Awake, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.
Kotuka, muelꞌama! Kotukanu, ngeyo Luti ayi ngitala ndiela kotula khiesa ki lumbu.
9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing to thee among the nations.
Ndiela kuzitisa, a Yave, va khatitsika makanda. Ndiela kuyimbidila va khatitsika batu.
10 For thy mercy is great to the heavens, and thy truth to the clouds.
Bila luzolo luaku luidi lunneni, luntulanga nate kuna diyilu, kikhuikizi kiaku kintulanga nate ku matuti.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.
Yayusu kuaku, a Nzambi, ku yilu Diyilu. Bika nkemboꞌaku wuba va ntoto wumvimba!
