Eilikano molwetewatewo
Eimbilo laDavid, la pewa enyakwa lolwiimbo oku li imba mongovela yeimbilo eli ‘Onghuti yomomiti dokokule’; kefimbo eli a kwatelwe kOvafilisti muGat.
1 Kalunga, file nge onghenda,
osheshi ovanhu otava fulile nge meemhanda,
ovakwaita alushe otava fininike nge.
2 Ovatondi vange itava fuda okufulila nge meemhanda;
osheshi vahapu ve li po mokulitumba kwavo
otava ningile nge ondubo.
3 Efiku eli handi tilifwa,
Ove handi lineekele nokuli.
4 Kalunga ota tangifa nge ondjovo yaye;
ohandi lineekele Kalunga, itandi tila nande.
Ovanhu otava ningi nge shike!
5 Alushe otava hetekele okweendameka eendjovo dange;
omadiladilo avo aeshe otava diladilile nge owii.
6 Otava shivafana, va hondjaunine nge,
va nangele eenghatu dange,
osheshi va hala omwenyo wange.
7 Mowii wavo aushe otava ka xupifwa tuu?
Kalunga, mehandu loye undula po oiwana yoilongo!
8 Omafiku ange omupya, Ove we a vala,
omahodi ange, we a pimhila moshimbudju shoye,
heeno, shili, owe a nyolela membo loye.
9 Hano mokwiifana kwange Kalunga,
opo tuu ovatondi vange tava shuna monima.
Ondi shi shii shili:
Kalunga okwa ama kwaame.
10 Kalunga ou ta kwafa nge okufimaneka eendjovo daye,
Omwene ou ta kwafa nge okufimaneka eendjovo daye,
11 Oye handi mu lineekele ndele ihandi tila.
Ovanhu otava ningi nge shike!
12 Kalunga, ndi na eudaneko oku ku wanifila.
Onda hala ndi ku etele eyambo lehambelelo.
13 Osheshi Ove wa xupifa omwenyo wange mefyo,
neemhadi dange mokupunduka,
ame ndi ende koshipala shaKalunga
omouyelele wovanamwenyo.
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?
