Psalms 131

1 A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

Nzembo ya Davidi. Nzembo ya mobembo mpo na kokende na Tempelo ya Yawe. Yawe, motema na ngai ezali na lofundu te, miso na ngai ezali na posa makasi te; namipesaka te na makambo oyo eleki ya minene mpe eleki pasi mpo na ngai.

2 Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

Kasi nabatelaki kimia kati na motema na ngai mpe namitungisaki te lokola mwana moke elongo na mama na ye. Nazali na kimia lokola mwana oyo mama alongola na mabele.

3 Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.

Isalaele, tia elikya kati na Yawe kobanda sik’oyo mpe libela na libela.