Psalms 110

1 David’s. A Melody. The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord—Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

Nzembo ya Davidi. Maloba ya Yawe epai ya nkolo na ngai: « Vanda na ngambo ya loboko na Ngai ya mobali kino nakomisa banguna na yo enyatelo makolo na yo. »

2 Thy sceptre of strength, will Yahweh extend out of Zion, Tread thou down, in the midst of thy foes.

Wuta na Siona, Yawe akosala ete nguya na yo ya bokonzi ekende mosika, mpe okokonza kati na banguna na Yo.

3 Thy people, will freely offer themselves, in the day of thine army, —in the splendours of holiness, out of the womb of the dawn, To thee, [shall spring forth] the dew of thy youth.

Na mokolo oyo okotanda basoda na yo na molongo mpo na bitumba, bato na yo bakotonda na mpiko, bilenge basoda na yo nyonso bakoya na lombangu epai na yo ndenge mamwe ebimaka na tongo.

4 Yahweh, hath sworn—and will not repent, Thou, [shalt be] a priest unto times age-abiding, after the manner of Melchizedek.

Yawe alapaki ndayi oyo, akobongola maloba na Ye te: « Ozali Nganga-Nzambe mpo na libela kolanda molongo ya Melishisedeki! »

5 My Lord, on thy right hand, —hath shattered—in the day of his anger—kings;

Nkolo azali na ngambo ya loboko na yo ya mobali, akopanza bakonzi na mokolo ya kanda na Ye.

6 He will judge among the nations—full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:

Akopesa bikolo etumbu: bikolo nyonso ekotonda na bibembe, mpe akonyata bakambi kati na mokili mobimba.

7 Of the torrent in the way, will he drink; —For this cause, will he lift up [his] head.

Na nzela, mokonzi amelaka mayi na mwa moluka; yango wana atombolaka moto.