Psalms 47

1 For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core. Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.

Nzembo ya bana ya Kore. Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Bino nyonso, bikolo, bobeta maboko! Boganga epai na Nzambe na esengo nyonso.

2 For the Lord most high is terrible; [he is] a great king over all the earth.

Tala ndenge nini Yawe, Ye-Oyo-Aleki-Likolo, azali somo! Azali Mokonzi Monene na mokili mobimba.

3 He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

Atiaki bikolo na se na biso, mpe mabota na se ya bokonzi na biso.

4 He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. (Pause)

Aponelaki biso libula na biso, oyo ezali lokumu ya Jakobi, molingami na Ye.

5 God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with a sound of a trumpet.

Nzambe amataki kati na koganga ya esengo; Yawe ayaka kati na lokito ya kelelo.

6 Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.

Boyemba mpo na lokumu ya Nzambe, boyemba mpo na lokumu na Ye. Boyemba mpo na lokumu ya Mokonzi na biso, boyemba mpo na lokumu na Ye.

7 For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.

Pamba te Nzambe azali Mokonzi ya mokili mobimba; boyemba nzembo mpo na lokumu na Ye.

8 God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.

Nzambe akonzaka bikolo nyonso; Nzambe avandi na Kiti na Ye ya bule.

9 The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.

Bato minene ya bikolo basangani, lokola bato ya Nzambe ya Abrayami, pamba te bilombe ya mokili bazali ya Nzambe; atombwama makasi.