Psalms 42
1 BOOK SECOND: “To the chief musician, a Maskil, for the sons of Korach.” As a hart panteth after brooks of water, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
Nzembo ya bana ya Kore. Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Ndenge mbuli eyokaka posa ya komela mayi, ndenge wana mpe molimo na ngai ezali na posa na Yo, Nzambe.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go [again] and be seen in the presence of God?
Molimo na ngai ezali na posa ya Nzambe, ya Nzambe na bomoi. Tango nini nakoki kokende, mpe tango nini nakoki kokutana na Nzambe?
3 My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Butu mpe moyi, mpinzoli na ngai ezalaka bilei na ngai; pamba te balobaka na ngai tango nyonso: « Nzambe na Yo azali wapi? »
4 These things will I remember, and pour out my soul in me: how I was wont to pass along amidst the multitude, journeying with them as a pilgrim to the house of God, with the voice of joyful song and thanksgiving, among the festive throng.
Nazalaka na posa ya kokanisa makambo oyo, ndenge mpe nasopaka molimo na ngai: Tango nazalaki kotambola kati na ebele ya bato, nazalaki komema bango kino na Tempelo ya Nzambe, kati na koganga ya esengo mpe ya kozongisa matondi lokola makelele ya bato oyo bazali na feti.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and disquieted in me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, because of the salvation of his countenance.
Oh molimo na ngai, mpo na nini olembi boye? Mpo na nini ozali komitungisa makasi kati na ngai? Tia elikya na yo kati na Nzambe, pamba te nakokumisa lisusu lobiko na Ye.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and from the peaks of Chermon, from the low mount.
Nzambe, molimo na ngai elembi kati na ngai; yango wana nazali kokanisa Yo wuta na mokili ya Yordani, wuta na songe ya ngomba Erimoni mpe wuta na ngomba Mitseari.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me.
Mozindo ebendaka mozindo tango bambonge na Yo nyonso etombokaka; Ezala ya mike to ya minene, elekaka likolo na ngai.
8 In the daytime the Lord will command his kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, as a prayer unto the God of my life.
Na moyi, Yawe apesaka mitindo epai ya bolingo na Ye; na butu, nakumisaka Ye na banzembo mpe nasambelaka Nzambe ya bomoi na ngai.
9 I will say unto God, my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy?
Nalobi na Nzambe, Libanga na ngai: « Mpo na nini obosani ngai? Mpo na nini nasengeli kotambola na mawa kati na motema mpe na se ya minyoko ya monguna? »
10 It is as death in my bones, when my assailants reproach me; when they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Nzoto na ngai ekomaka kosala pasi makasi tango bayini na ngai bafingaka ngai, tango balobaka na ngai mokolo mobimba: « Wapi Nzambe na yo? »
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within met? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
Molimo na ngai, mpo na nini olembi boye? Mpo na nini ozali komitungisa kati na ngai? Tia elikya na yo kati na Nzambe. Nakokumisa Ye lisusu, lobiko mpe Nzambe na ngai.
