Psalms 58
1 To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. Is it true? O Congregation, speake ye iustly? O sonnes of men, iudge ye vprightly?
Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Eyembamaki ndenge moko na « Kobebisa te. » Nzembo ya Davidi. Ezali solo ete bolobaka te tango bokataka makambo? Boni, bana na moto, bosambisaka na bosembo?
2 Yea, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your hands execute crueltie vpon the earth.
Te, ezala kati na mitema na bino, bosalaka mabongisi ezanga bosembo; botandaka kanza ya maboko na bino kati na mokili.
3 The wicked are strangers from ye wombe: euen from the belly haue they erred, and speake lyes.
Bato mabe babebaka wuta na mbotama na bango, bapengwaka mpe balobaka lokuta wuta na mabumu ya bamama na bango.
4 Their poyson is euen like the poyson of a serpent: like ye deafe adder that stoppeth his eare.
Bazalaka na ngenge lokola ngenge ya nyoka, lokola ngenge ya etupa oyo eyokaka te, oyo ekangaka litoyi na yango,
5 Which heareth not the voyce of the inchanter, though he be most expert in charming.
oyo eyokaka te ata mingongo ya bato na soloka mpe ya moto ya maji oyo aleki na mayele.
6 Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lord.
Nzambe, buka minu na bango kati na minoko na bango; Yawe, buka bambanga ya bana ya bankosi.
7 Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken.
Tika ete balimwa lokola mayi oyo ezali kotiola; Tika ete bambanzi na bango ebukana tango babetaka batolotolo.
8 Let them consume like a snayle that melteth, and like the vntimely fruite of a woman, that hath not seene the sunne.
Tika ete balimwa lokola soyi ya mbembe, lokola mwana oyo akomona moyi te mpo ete abimi na zemi oyo esopani.
9 As raw flesh before your pots feele the fire of thornes: so let him cary them away as with a whirlewinde in his wrath.
Liboso ete banzungu na bino ekutana na moto ya basende, ezala ya mayi to ya kokawuka, bato mabe akolimwa.
10 The righteous shall reioyce when he seeeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked.
Moto ya sembo akosepela, pamba te akomona Nzambe kozongisela bato mabe, mabe na mabe, mpe akotambola kati na makila na bango.
11 And men shall say, Verily there is fruite for the righteous: doutlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.
Mpe bato bakoloba: « Solo, ezali na lifuti mpo na moto ya sembo; solo, ezali na Nzambe oyo asambisaka mokili. »
