Ongumbiro yokuriyameka ku Ndjambi
Komuimburise otja kombosiro yOnguti ndji ri kOmiti vyOkokure. Epsalme ra David, Ovafilisti tji va za nokumukamburira mOgat.
1 Ndji tjariparera, Ndjambi,
ovandu tjinga ave ndji rwisa;
omayuva aehe ovanavita na
ami ve ndji tatumisa.
2 Ovendjipirukire ve ndji rwisa,
nu ovandu ovengi ve ndji pirukira.
3 Ami tji me tira, Muhona Omunamasaaehe,
me riyameke kove.
4 Ami me riyameke ku Ndjambi,
hi nokutira ko;
me mu tanga mena raimbi mbya kwizika.
Omundu uriri ma sora okundjitjita tjike?
5 Ovanavita na ami omayuva
aehe ve ndji tjita oumba;
nowo aruhe ve ripura okundjitjita otjipo!
6 Owo ve rikuta kumwe poṋa pomaṱarero,
nu ve tjevera otjiṋa atjihe tji me tjiti,
amave undju okundjizepa.
7 Ve verera ouvi wawo, Ndjambi;
wisa ovandu mba kehi momazenge woye.
8 Ondjenda yandje, tjiri, u yi i;
omahoze wandje we ye pakera motjikuve.
Owo kaye tjangerwe membo roye are?
9 Ovanavita na ami mave yaruka ombunda,
meyuva ndi me ku kove,
nu ami mbi tjiwa kutja Ndjambi u ri puna ami.
10 Nami me tanga embo ra Ndjambi,
11 ami me riyameke ku Ndjambi,
hi nokutira ko;
omundu uriri ma sora okundjitjita tjike?
12 Ndjambi, ami me kupe imbi
mbi mba kwizika;
me ku punguhire ombunguhiro
yandje yokutja okuhepa,
13 ove tjinga awa yama omuinyo
wandje konḓiro
nozombaze zandje kombutarero.
Komuhingo mbwi otji me kayenda
moukarepo wa Ndjambi
mondjerera yovanamuinyo.
To the chief Musician upon Jonath-elem-rechokim, Michtam of David, when the Philistines took him in Gath.
1 Be merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow me up; he fighting daily oppresseth me.
2 Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most High.
3 What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.
4 In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.
5 Every day they wrest my words: all their thoughts are against me for evil.
6 They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.
7 Shall they escape by iniquity? in thine anger cast down the people, O God.
8 Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?
9 When I cry unto thee , then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me.
10 In God will I praise his word: in the LORD will I praise his word.
11 In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.
12 Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee.
13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?
