Psalms 104
1 Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, —Yahweh, my God, thou art exceedingly great, With honour and majesty, hast thou clothed thyself,
Zitisa Yave, a muelꞌama. A Yave, Nzambi ama, ngeyo widi wunneni ngolo. Ngeyo vueti kiezila ayi nzitusu.
2 Putting on light, as a robe, Stretching out the heavens, as a curtain;
Niandi wukifukidi muinda banga nledi; weti yalumuna diyilu banga nzo yi ngoto,
3 Building, in the waters, his upper chambers, —Who maketh clouds his chariot, Who passeth along on the wings of the wind;
ayi wutunga makunzi ma bivinga biandi bizangama va minlangu miawu. Niandi weti kitula matuti ditoma diandi di sengo ayi weti diatila mu mavavi ma phemo.
4 Making His messengers, winds, His attendants, a flaming fire;
Wunkitulanga phemo bamvuala bandi, minlaki mi mbazu bisadi biandi.
5 He hath fixed the earth on its foundations, It is not to be shaken, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Wuvuandisa ntoto va zifondasio ziandi; wulendi nikuka ko kadi fifioti.
6 With the resounding deep—as a garment, hast thou covered it, Above the mountains, stand the waters;
Ngeyo wufukidila wawu mu thipula banga ngeyo wumfukididi nledi, Minlangu mitelama nate ku mbata miongo.
7 At thy rebuke, they flee, At the voice of thy thunder, they hurry away;
Vayi bu wutema, minlangu mitina, mu biyoko bi dumu kiaku, miawu mitina.
8 Mountains rise, Valleys sink, Unto the place which thou hast fixed for them;
Mikumbila va mbata miongo, mibua nate mu mindimba ku buangu kioki wukubikila miawu.
9 Bounds, hast thou set, which they are not to pass over, They are not to return to cover the earth.
Ngeyo wumitudila zindilu ziozi ka milendi sabuka ko; milendi buela diamisa ntoto ko.
10 Who hast sent forth springs, through the torrent-beds, Between the mountains, they flow along;
Niandi wukubika zitho zi minlangu mu zikhola zinkumbanga va khatitsika miongo.
11 They give drink, to every wild beast of the field, The wild asses do break their thirst.
Zilembo vani nlangu kuidi bibulu bioso bi tsola, ziphunda zi nsitu zimanisinanga phuilꞌawu.
12 Over them, the bird of the heavens settleth down, From amidst the foliage, they utter a voice.
Zinuni zi yilu zintunganga dianla mu yenda minlangu, zieti yimbila va khatitsika matafi.
13 Who watereth the mountains out of his upper chambers, Out of the fruit of thy works, thou satisfiest the earth.
Wulembo lembila miongo tona ku bivinga biandi bizangama; ntoto wuyukutidi mu mbutu wu kisalu kiandi.
14 Who causeth the grass to shoot forth for the cattle, And the herb, for the service of man, That he may bring forth food out of the earth;
Niandi weti menisa biti mu diambu di bibulu, ayi bikunusu mu diambu di batu bakuna, ayi totulanga bidia mu ntoto:
15 And, wine, may rejoice the heart of man, Making radiant his well-nourished face, —And, food, may, the heart of man, sustain.
vinu kieti yangidika ntima wu mutu, mafuta meta kienzula zizi kiandi ayi dipha dieti kindisa ntimꞌandi.
16 Satisfied are, The trees of Yahweh, The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted;
Minti mi Yave midi milembolo bumboti; minti mi sedeli mi tsi Libani miomi kakuna.
17 Where the birds build their nests, The stork, in the fir-trees, hath her house;
Muawu zinuni zieti tungila zindiala ziawu; nuni beti tedila ngongo yitungila nzo andi mu minti mimbutanga zimbala zi phutu.
18 The high mountains, are for the chamois, The crags, are a refuge for the conies.
Miongo mi nangama mivuiwulu kuidi zikhombo zi nsitu; zithadi zidi suamunu mu diambu di bibulu bieti tedolo damani.
19 He hath made the moon for seasons, And, the sun, knoweth his place for entering in.
Ngondi yeti vasa zitsungi, ayi thangu zebi thangu mbi kafueti diamina.
20 Thou causest darkness, and it becometh night, Therein, creepeth forth, Every wild beast of the forest;
Ngeyo weti nata tombi, buisi bueti yila ayi buna bibulu bioso bi nsitu bilembo diengila-diengila.
21 The young lions, roaring for prey, And seeking, from GOD, their food.
Zikhosi zillembo kungi mu diambu di biobi zifueti buila ayi zieti tomba bidia biawu kuidi Nzambi.
22 The sun ariseth, they withdraw themselves, And, in their lairs, lay them down.
Thangu yawu totuka, buna zivengumukini; zivutukidi ayi zilekidi mu minsuku miawu.
23 Man goeth forth to his work, And to his labour, until evening.
Buna mutu weti kuenda ku kisalu kiandi, ku kisalu kiandi nate buisi bu nyila.
24 How thy works abound, O Yahweh! All of them—in wisdom, hast thou made, The earth is full of thy possession: —
Phila bisalu biaku bididi woka, a Yave; mu nduenga wuvangila bibioso ntoto wufulukidi mu bivangu biaku.
25 This sea here, is great and broad on both hands, —Wherein are creeping things, even without number, Living things, small with great;
Vadi mbu wumosi, wunneni ayi wuyalumuka; muwedi bivangu ka bilendi baka bu tangulu ko; bima bimoyo bifioti ayi binneni.
26 There, ships, sail along, This sea-monster, thou hast formed to sport therein;
Muawu mu nkuendilanga ayi vutukilanga masuwa; ayi Leviatani, bulu kioki wuvanga, muawu kieti sakinina.
27 All of them, for thee, do wait, That thou mayest give them their food in its season;
Bibioso bikutalanga muingi wuba vananga bidia biawu mu thangu yifuana.
28 Thou givest unto them, they gather, Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good.
Thangu weti kubivana bidia, bieti bonga biawu; ngeyo zibula koko kuaku, bieti yukuta mu bima bimboti.
29 Thou hidest thy face, they are dismayed, Thou withdrawest their spirit, They cease to breathe, And, unto their own dust, do they return:
Ngeyo sueka zizi kiaku, buna bieka mona tsisi. Ngeyo biziona vumunu kiawu, buna bieti fua ayi bieti vutuka mu mbungi-mbungi.
30 Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created, And thou renewest the face of the ground.
Ngeyo fidisa vumunu kiaku, buna bivangimini ayi ngeyo weti kitula diaka zizi ki ntoto kimona.
31 Be thy glory, O Yahweh, to times age-abiding, Let Yahweh rejoice in his own works:
Bika Nkembo wu Nzambi wuzingila mu zithangu zioso; bika Yave kayangalala mu bisalu biandi!
32 Who looketh at the earth, and it trembleth, He toucheth the mountains, and they smoke.
Niandi wuntalanga ku ntoto, ayi ntoto wulembo titi. Niandi wulembo simba miongo ayi milembo totula muisi.
33 I will sing to Yahweh, as long as I live! Yea I will touch the strings to my God, while I continue;
Ndiela yimbidilanga Yave mu luzingu luama loso. Ndiela yimbidilanga Nzambi ama minzitusu thangu yoso yi luzingu luama.
34 Pleasing unto him, be my (meditation) I, will rejoice in Yahweh.
Bika mambu mama ndinyindula mammonisa khini banga phila ndilembo muena khini mu Yave.
35 Sinners shall be consumed out of the earth And, the lawless, no more, shall exist, —Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, Praise ye Yah!
Vayi bika bankua masumu balalukusu va ntoto, ayi bika batu bambimbi babika buela monika! Zitisa Yave, a muelꞌama! Bika Yave kazitusu!
