Psalms 57
1 Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into a cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me. For my soul trusts in you. And I will hope in the shadow of your wings, until iniquity passes away.
Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Eyembamaki ndenge moko na nzembo « Koboma te. » Nzembo ya Davidi, tango Saulo azalaki kolanda ye, mpe tango Davidi abombamaki kati na libulu. Oh Nzambe, yokela ngai mawa! Yokela ngai mawa, pamba te nazali koluka ebombamelo; nazali koluka ebombamelo na se ya mapapu na Yo, kino tango ya pasi ekoleka.
2 I will cry out to God Most High, to God who has been kind to me.
Nazali koganga epai ya Nzambe-Oyo-Aleki-Likolo, epai ya Nzambe oyo asalelaka ngai bolamu.
3 He sent from heaven and freed me. He has surrendered into disgrace those who trampled me. God has sent his mercy and his truth.
Akotinda wuta na likolo mpe akobikisa ngai, akopamela bato oyo batungisaka ngai. Nzambe akomonisa bolingo mpe boyengebene na Ye.
4 And he has rescued my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men: their teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue is a sharp sword.
Nazali na kati-kati ya bankosi; nalali na kati-kati ya bato oyo babomaka mpe baliaka bato, oyo minu na bango ezali makonga mpe batolotolo, mpe lolemo na bango ezali mopanga ya minu makasi.
5 Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
Oh Nzambe, tika ete omitombola na likolo ya Lola; tika ete nkembo na Yo ezala awa na mokili mobimba!
6 They prepared a snare for my feet, and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, yet they have fallen into it.
Batiaki monyama na makolo na ngai mpo ete nakangama, batimolaki libulu liboso na ngai, kasi bango moko nde bakweyaki kati na libulu yango.
7 My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm.
Nzambe, lendisa motema na ngai; Nzambe, lendisa motema na ngai. Nakoyembela Yo mpe nakosanzola Yo na mindule.
8 Rise up, my glory. Rise up, psaltery and harp. I will arise in early morning.
Lokumu na ngai, lamuka! Lindanda mpe nzenze, bolamuka! Nalingi kolamusa tongo.
9 I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. I will compose a psalm to you among the nations.
Nkolo, nakosanzola Yo kati na mabota, nakosanzola Yo na mindule kati na bikolo.
10 For your mercy has been magnified, even to the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds.
Pamba te bolingo na Yo ezali monene, ekenda kino na Lola; mpe bosembo na Yo ekenda kino na mapata.
11 Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
Nzambe, tika ete omitombola na likolo ya Lola; mpe tika ete nkembo na Yo etonda na mokili mobimba!
