Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

Nzembo ya mobembo mpo na kokende na Tempelo ya Yawe. Wuta bolenge na ngai, banyokoli ngai bambala ebele. Tika ete Isalaele ezongela koloba:

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

« Wuta bolenge na ngai, banyokoli ngai bambala ebele, kasi batikali kolonga ngai te! »

3 The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

Bato mabe batimoli mokongo na ngai, bazokisi ngai bapota ya banzela milayi na mokongo.

4 Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Kasi lokola Yawe azali sembo, akati basinga ya bato mabe.

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

Tika ete bato nyonso oyo bayinaka Siona bakufa soni mpe bazonga sima!

6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

Tika ete bakoma lokola matiti oyo ebotaka na likolo ya ndako mpe ekawukaka liboso ete balongola yango;

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

tika ete mobuki bambuma ya bilanga atondisa na yango te maboko na ye, tika ete mokangi maboke ya banzete atondisa na yango te saki na ye.

8 Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!

Tika ete baleki nzela baloba na bango te: « Tika ete Yawe apambola bino! » Topamboli bino na Kombo na Yawe!