Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi “Kadi vonda” mu thangu Sawuli kafidisa batu bazungidila nzo Davidi mu diambu bamvonda. Wukhula mu bambeni ziama, a Nzambi; wukhebi mu diambu bobo bamfuemini!
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Wukhudi mu mimvangi mi mambimbi ayi wuphukisa mu mintengudi mi menga.
3 For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, Yahweh.
Tala phila balambididi mu kuphingila. Batu badi ngolo bandiendidi manenga bika sia ti mu diambu di nzimbala yama voti mu diambu di disumu diama, a Nzambi.
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Kadi mbimbi ndisia vanga ko vayi bakubimini mu kunduanisa kotuka mu kutsadisa tala phila ndikila.
5 You, Yahweh God of Armies, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
A Yave, Nzambi nkua ngolo yoso, Nzambi yi Iseli, kotuka mu tumbudila makanda moso; kadi mona kadi kiadi kuidi bobo beti vanga mambimbi.
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Bamvutukanga va masika, beti lola banga zimbua; ayi beti zungidila divula.
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Tala, momo balembo luki mu miunu miawu. Bisabala bidi mu bididi biawu. Ayi balembo tubi: “Nani wulenda kutu wa e?”
8 But you, Yahweh, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Vayi ngeyo, a Yave, wulenda basevi; wulembo sekinina makanda moso momo.
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
E ngolo ziama, kuidi ngeyo ndintala, ngeyo, e Nzambi, widi tinunu kiama ki ngolo.
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
Nzambi ama, wukuphangilanga mamboti Nzambi ama yi luzolo wela kundengana; Nzambi wela diata va ntuala ama ayi wela kumbonisa khini vadi bobo bakuthubidilanga.
11 Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.
Vayi kadi kuba vonda, a Yave, nkaku eto, bila muna batu bama bela zimbakana. Mu lulendo luaku, baba mindiengidi ayi wuba buisi.
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Mu diambu di masumu ma muinu miawu, mu diambu di mambu ma bididi biawu, bika babuilama mu luniemo luawu. Mu diambu di zitsingulu ayi luvunu beti totula,
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. (Selah)
Wuba lalikisa mu nganzi aku yi kikhesa; wuba lalikisa muingi babika buela monika buna diela zabakana mu zitsuka zi ntoto ti Nzambi wunyadila Yakobi.
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Bamvutukanga va masika, beti lola banga zimbua, ayi beti zungidila divula.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
Bandiengilanga mu diambu di bidia, ayi enati bakadi yukuta, buna banyamikinanga.
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
Vayi minu, ndiela yimbidila zingolo ziaku; muna nsuka, ndiela yimbidila luzolo luaku bila ngeyo tinunu kiama kingolo ayi suamunu mu zithangu zi ziphasi.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
A ngeyo zingolo ziama, ndinyimbila nzitusu mu diambu diaku; ngeyo Nzambi, ngeyo tinunu kiama kingolo; Nzambi ama yi luzolo.
