Psalms 30
1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
Nzembo ya Davidi mpo na libulisi ya Tempelo. Yawe, nanetoli Yo, pamba te obimisaki ngai na libulu ya mozindo mpe otikaki te banguna na ngai kosepela na tina na ngai.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
Yawe, Nzambe na ngai, nabelelaki Yo mpo na kosenga lisungi, mpe obikisaki ngai na bokono.
3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Yawe, obimisaki ngai na mboka ya bakufi, obatelaki bomoi na ngai mosika na bato oyo bazali kokita na libulu. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
Boyemba banzembo mpo na lokumu ya Yawe, bino babulami na Ye; bokumisa Kombo na Ye ya bule.
5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favor: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
Pamba te kanda makasi na Ye ewumelaka mpo na mwa tango moke, kasi ngolu na Ye ewumelaka seko na seko; kolela ekoki kowumela kino na pokwa, kasi kosepela ekokota na tongo.
6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Tango nazalaki na kimia, nalobaki: « Nakotikala kokweya te. »
7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
Yawe, tango osalelaki ngai ngolu, olendisaki ngomba na ngai; kasi tango obombelaki ngai elongi, nabungisaki elikya.
8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
Yawe, nabelelaki Yo; nabelelaki Yawe mpo na kosenga lisungi:
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
« Litomba nini ezali soki nakufi, soki nakiti na libulu? Boni, putulu ekokumisa Yo? Boni, ekosakola boyengebene na Yo?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
Yawe, yoka ngai mpe salela ngai ngolu; Yawe, zala lisungi na ngai. »
11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Obongoli kolela na ngai, okomisi yango mabina; olongoli mokumba na ngai mpe olatisi ngai esengo,
12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
mpo ete molimo na ngai ekumisa Yo na banzembo, kasi navanda nye te. Yawe, Nzambe na ngai, nakokumisa Yo libela na libela.
