Eilikano moudu
Epsalme laDavid, la pewa enyakwa lolwiimbo.
1 Omunelao ou, ha yavele oshingone;
oye ta xupifwa kOmwene mefiku loiponga.
2 Omwene ote mu amene, a kale nomwenyo,
ta ifanwa omunelao kombada yedu,
ndele Ove ito mu yandje omuhanga
monya yovatondi vaye.
3 Ngeenge ta nangala ta vele,
Omwene ote mu pendula po,
onhala yaye yokuvela oto i lundulula.
4 Ame onda tya: “Omwene, file nge onghenda!
Akutu, velule nge, osheshi onda nyona kwoove.”
5 Ovayelani vange otava popi nge nai tava ti:
“Onaini mbela ta fi, nedina laye li xule po?”
6 Ngeenge umwe te uya okutalela nge po,
ota tongo oipupulu;
omutima waye otau likola oumbudi;
ngeenge a pita mo,
otau shi mu hepaululifa mondjila.
7 Aveshe hava tondo nge, otava shashala nge,
otava diladilile nge omupya, tava ti:
8 “Ekolamudo ihali veluka, ole mu dama;
eshi a nangala ngaha, ita penduka po vali nande.”
9 Neume lange nokuli, eli nde lineekela nomutima aushe,
nola li hali li eendja dange,
olo la yelulila nge oshififinwa, li fangule nge.
10 Ndelenee Omwene, Oove, file nge onghenda,
u yambule nge po vali,
ame ndi va shunifile oushima wavo.
11 Mwaashi ohandi shiiva, nokutya owa hokwa nge,
ngeenge omutondi wange ita mono omhito yokuhafela nge.
12 Osheshi ame molwokuhenambudi kwange
oto pamekele nge ofika,
ndele to pe nge, ndi kale koshipala shoye fiyo alushe.
13 Omwene, Kalunga kaIsrael,
na hambelelwe alushe fiyo alushe!
Amen, heeno, Amen.
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of trouble.
2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.
3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
4 I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
6 And if he come to see me , he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it .
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
8 An evil disease, say they , cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
13 Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
