Omerihepuriro womundu momihihamo
Komuimburise Jedutun. Epsalme ra David.
1 Ami mba tja: “Ami me kara nongengezero
ku imbi mbi me tjiti,
kokutja ambi ha tjiti ourunde neraka randje;
hi nokuhungira ko otjiṋa
ovanauvi averi popezu.”
2 Ami mba mwina kumwi,
nu hi nyamukurire embo,
nangarire ohunga notjiṋa kaaṋi otjiwa!
Nungwari omihihamo vyandje vya ririra ko omizeu.
3 Ami mba kurungisiwa tjinene momutima,
notja tji me ripura tjinene,
moukoto wandje otji mu yaka omuriro;
notji mba pura nai:
4 “Muhona, me kara nomuinyo nga ruṋe?
Me koka ruṋe?
Ndji tjivisa ondjandero yandje.”
5 Tara, ove wa zikamisa kutja
omayuva wandje maye rire ouṱiṱi.
Nomuinyo wandje tjimuna katjiṋa
momurungu woye;
nomundu auhe nanga ngara wa zikama,
eye omungandjo uriri.
6 Omundu u ri otja otjizire porwe.
Atjihe tji ma ungura, otjo opouriri;
me rinyanyangizire outumbe,
nungwari ke nokutjiwa kutja mau rire owauṋe.
7 Nu nambano me undju tjike, Muhona?
Oove erike ngu u ri omaundjiro wandje.
8 Ndji kutura komauvi wandje aehe,
nu o tarere omayova amaye ndji nyekerere.
9 Ami me mwina, hi nokupaturura otjinyo tjandje,
orondu oove ngu wa tjita nao.
10 Isa ko omihihamo mbi wa
twa kombanda yandje;
omutwaro mbu wa twa kombanda
yandje we ndji wotamisa.
11 Ove u vera omauvi womundu nomberero yoye,
nu u nyona otja etoto ihi
tji tji ri otjinanḓengu ku ye.
Tjiri, omundu eye u ri otja ombepo uriri.
12 Muhona, zuvira ongumbiro yandje,
nu puratena kondjuriro yandje.
O mwina komahoze wandje,
notja ootate mukururume avehe,
ami owami omuyenda okaruveze okasupi.
13 Arikana, isa po omberero yoye ku ami,
kutja mbi yoroke rukwao,
ngunda ambi hiya ya nambi he tji ri po rukwao.
The Confession of a Sufferer
1 I said, “I will be careful about what I do
and will not let my tongue make me sin;
I will not say anything
while evil people are near.”
2 I kept quiet, not saying a word,
not even about anything good!
But my suffering only grew worse,
3 and I was overcome with anxiety.
The more I thought, the more troubled I became;
I could not keep from asking:
4 “Lord, how long will I live?
When will I die?
Tell me how soon my life will end.”
5 How short you have made my life!
In your sight my lifetime seems nothing.
Indeed every living being is no more than a puff of wind,
6 no more than a shadow.
All we do is for nothing;
we gather wealth, but don't know who will get it.
7 What, then, can I hope for, Lord?
I put my hope in you.
8 Save me from all my sins,
and don't let fools make fun of me.
9 I will keep quiet, I will not say a word,
for you are the one who made me suffer like this.
10 Don't punish me any more!
I am about to die from your blows.
11 You punish our sins by your rebukes,
and like a moth you destroy what we love.
Indeed we are no more than a puff of wind!
12 Hear my prayer, Lord,
and listen to my cry;
come to my aid when I weep.
Like all my ancestors
I am only your guest for a little while.
13 Leave me alone so that I may have some happiness
before I go away and am no more.
