Eilikano momaudjuu manene
Epsalme laDavid, la pewa enyakwa lolwiimbo Jedutun.
1 Onda li nda tya:
“Onda hala okulungamena
okweenda kwange,
ndiha nyone nelaka lange;
onda hala okuyukifa okanya kange noshitomo,
omuhenakalunga fimbo e li komesho yange.”
2 Osho nda li nda mwena, nda tya filu,
inandi popya yo eshi shiwa;
ndelenee ouyehame wange wa hapupala meni lange.
3 Omutima wange owa hovela okupupyala
monhulo yange; mokudiladila kwange,
onda fa ndi nomundilo wa xwama meni lange;
opo nda efa elaka lange li popye,
ndi fululuke nda tya:
4 “Omwene, longe nge okushiiva exulilo lange
nouxupi womafiku ange, apa e fike!
Konekife nge, nokutya oweenda wange
itau kalele okuxula po!”
5 Omafiku ange owe a yeleka,
e fike poule wominwe,
nefimbo lokukala po kwange,
olo okatata kongaho kwoove;
heeno, omunhu keshe mokweenda
a fa ashike omufudo. Sela
6 Omunhu ota endaenda a fa ashike omudidimbe;
te lipyakidile ashike;
emona otali tuvikilwa,
ndele ou te li kufa mo, ke shiivike.
7 Hano paife, Omwene, handi teelele shike?
Eteelelo lange omwoove auke li li, Omwene.
8 Xupife nge momanyono ange aeshe!
Ino efa, ndi ningwe oshiyolifa shomalai!
9 Onda ponga, itandi makula okanya kange,
osheshi Oove ou, we shi ninga.
10 Oshimwati shoye shi alula ko kwaame;
oudjuu weke loye otau ninginifa nge.
11 Ngeenge to yukifa omunhu,
ndele to mu denge omolwowii waye,
opo nee ewapalo laye oto li nyonauna
ngaashi eenhwishi hadi ningi.
Akutu, omunhu keshe
oye omuku wongaho. Sela
12 Omwene, pwilikina eindilo lange,
Ove uda ekwenauko lange!
Omahodi ange ino a tala wa mwena ngaho!
Osheshi ame pwoove
omweendanandjila ashike
nomunailongo ngaashi ootate aveshe.
13 Efa okutongolola nge, opo ndi hafifwe,
fimbo inandi dja po noitandi kala po vali.
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.
