Ouwa waKalunga ohau kalelele
Epsalme laDavid, lokwiimba peyapulo lotembeli.
1 Omwene, nda hala ndi ku fimaneke pombada,
osheshi Ove wa shila nge movayelani vange,
noino va pa omhito, va hafele nge.
2 Omwene, Kalunga kange,
nda li nde ku kwenaukila u kwafe nge,
ndele owa velula nge.
3 Omwene, Oove wa alula omwenyo wange moshovafi,
wa alulila nge komwenyo,
hinga ndi mbonyokele mombila.
4 Imbileni Omwene ehambelelo,
ovakoshoki vaye nye,
panduleni nokudimbulukwa edina laye liyapuki!
5 Osheshi ehandu laye ohali kala po
okafimbo kepakumo limwe,
nonghenda yaye otai kalelele omafiku aeshe;
mokutokelwa ekweno,
nomokusha ehafo li li po.
6 Eshi nda li ndi shii nda pama, opo nee nda tya:
“Itandi punduka nande.”
7 Omwene, molwohokwe yoye
wa pamekela nge omhunda yange;
ndele eshi wa holeka oshipala shoye, onda haluka.
8 Opo nee nde ku lalekida, Omwene,
nonda kuwa kwoove, Kalunga kange, nda tya:
9 “Mohonde yange oto mono mo ouwa washike,
ngeenge nda wile melambo?
Ondwi otai ku pandula mbela,
i udife oudiinini woye?
10 Omwene, ngeno u ude nge,
u file nge onghenda!
Omwene, Ove kala omukwafi wange!”
11 Enyeme lange, owe li shitukifa ehafotanhelo,
Ove owa dula nge oshikutu sheenghali,
ndele to dike nge ekwamo lehafo,
12 opo omwenyo wange u shiive oku ku imbila, itau loloka;
Omwene, Kalunga kange,
fiyo alushe handi ke ku hambelela!
A Prayer of Thanksgiving
1 I praise you, Lord, because you have saved me
and kept my enemies from gloating over me.
2 I cried to you for help, O Lord my God,
and you healed me;
3 you kept me from the grave.
I was on my way to the depths below,
but you restored my life.
4 Sing praise to the Lord,
all his faithful people!
Remember what the Holy One has done,
and give him thanks!
5 His anger lasts only a moment,
his goodness for a lifetime.
Tears may flow in the night,
but joy comes in the morning.
6 I felt secure and said to myself,
“I will never be defeated.”
7 You were good to me, Lord;
you protected me like a mountain fortress.
But then you hid yourself from me,
and I was afraid.
8 I called to you, Lord;
I begged for your help:
9 “What will you gain from my death?
What profit from my going to the grave?
Are dead people able to praise you?
Can they proclaim your unfailing goodness?
10 Hear me, Lord, and be merciful!
Help me, Lord!”
11 You have changed my sadness into a joyful dance;
you have taken away my sorrow
and surrounded me with joy.
12 So I will not be silent;
I will sing praise to you.
Lord, you are my God;
I will give you thanks forever.
