Psalms 144

1 By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

Nkunga Davidi. Bika, nzitusu wuba kuidi Yave, ditadi diama; weti longa mioko miama mu nuana mvita ayi minlembo miama mu nuana khindu.

2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

Niandi Nzambi ama yi luzolo ayi tinunu kiama niandi suamunu kiama kingolo ayi niandi nkuidi ama, niandi nkaku ama; mu niandi ndieti suamina ayi niandi wuntulanga batu ku tsi luyalu luama.

3 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

A Yave, buna mutu niandi nani muingi wumbelanga mayindu; muana mutu muingi wunyindulanga e?

4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

Mutu dedakani banga phemo; bilumbu biandi bidi banga kitsusula kimvioka.

5 Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

Vasa diyilu diaku, a Yave, ayi kuluka; simba miongo muingi mitotula muisi.

6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

Fidisa zitsiemo ku ntuala ayi sasikisa bambeni ziama. Loza madionga maku ayi wuba zimbikisa.

7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

Yalumuna koko kuaku bu widi ku yilu; wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu minlangu mi nguma ayi mu mioko mi banzenza,

8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

bobo miunu miwedi luvunu; bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.

9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

Ndiela kuyimbidila nkunga wumona, a Nzambi. Mu siku ki kumi di minsinga, kioki beti tedila Lila, ndiela bula miziki,

10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

Kuidi mutu wowo wumvananga kuidi mintinu ndungunu, mutu wowo wunkulanga kisadi kiaku Davidi mu sabala kimvondanga.

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Wuphukisa ayi wukhula mu mioko mi banzenza; bobo miunu miwedi luvunu bobo mioko mi lubakala mibeki mayuya.

12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

Buna bana beto babakala, mu bumuana buawu bela ba banga bikunusu binyundukanga bumboti. Bana beto babaketo bela ba banga makunzi mafikulu; mammonisanga kitoko ki buangu.

13 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

Bilundulu bieto biela ba biwala mu kadika ntindu wu bidia; minkangu mieto mi mamemi miela buelama ayi buelama mu zimili zi zimili mu makumi ma zimili mu zitsola zieto.

14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

Zingombi zieto zikheto ziela nata mfuna wungolo, mavudu malendi ba ko mu bibaka bieto kadi buela kuenda mu kivika, yamikina ku ziphasi kulendi ba diaka ko mu zinzila zieto.

15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.

Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo mambu mama meti vangama. Lusakumunu kuidi batu bobo Yave kadidi Nzambi.