To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
Omwiitaveli te lineekele Kalunga
Epsalme laDavid, la pewa enyakwa lolwiimbo.
1 MOmwene onda tula mo elineekelo lange;
otamu ti hano ngahelipi kwaame:
“Tukeni keemhunda ngaashi odila!
2 Osheshi tala, ovahenakalunga
tava lukile omauta,
va tula oshikuti mofipa,
va shiive okuumba ve li momulaulu,
va yashe ava ve nomutima wa yuka.
3 Eengudi domukangha
ngeenge tadi ngumaunwa po,
omuyuki ta dulu sha vali mbela?”
4 Omwene oku li motembeli yaye iyapuki,
Omwene ou, e nolukalwapangelo laye li li meulu;
omesho aye taa tale,
neemhafu daye tadi konenene oludalo lovanhu.
5 Omwene ota konakona
ovayuki novahenakalunga,
naau e hole owii,
omwenyo waye otau mu tondo.
6 Ovahenakalunga ote ke va lokifila
omakala omundilo nosulfuri;
nomhepo ya hanya
otai ka ninga oshitukulwa sheholo lavo.
7 Osheshi Omwene Oye omuyuki
noku hole ouyuki;
ovayuki notava ka tala oshipala shaye.
