Psalms 129

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, 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 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

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

3 Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

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

4 YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

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

5 All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

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

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

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

7 That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

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 And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”

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