Psalms 30
1 [A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, YHWH, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes 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 YHWH my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.
Yawe, Nzambe na ngai, nabelelaki Yo mpo na kosenga lisungi, mpe obikisaki ngai na bokono.
3 YHWH, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not 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 praise to YHWH, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.
Boyemba banzembo mpo na lokumu ya Yawe, bino babulami na Ye; bokumisa Kombo na Ye ya bule.
5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes 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 As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."
Tango nazalaki na kimia, nalobaki: « Nakotikala kokweya te. »
7 You, YHWH, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.
Yawe, tango osalelaki ngai ngolu, olendisaki ngomba na ngai; kasi tango obombelaki ngai elongi, nabungisaki elikya.
8 I cried to you, YHWH. To YHWH I made petition:
Yawe, nabelelaki Yo; nabelelaki Yawe mpo na kosenga lisungi:
9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
« Litomba nini ezali soki nakufi, soki nakiti na libulu? Boni, putulu ekokumisa Yo? Boni, ekosakola boyengebene na Yo?
10 Hear, YHWH, and have mercy on me. YHWH, be my helper."
Yawe, yoka ngai mpe salela ngai ngolu; Yawe, zala lisungi na ngai. »
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,
Obongoli kolela na ngai, okomisi yango mabina; olongoli mokumba na ngai mpe olatisi ngai esengo,
12 To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. YHWH my God, I will give thanks to you forever.
mpo ete molimo na ngai ekumisa Yo na banzembo, kasi navanda nye te. Yawe, Nzambe na ngai, nakokumisa Yo libela na libela.
