Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Nzembo ya Davidi. Tika ete Yawe, Libanga na ngai, apambolama; Ye oyo akembisaka maboko mpe makofi na ngai mpo na bitumba!
2 My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.
Azali bolingo na ngai mpe ndako na ngai ya makasi, ebombamelo mpe mokangoli na ngai, nguba mpe ekimelo na ngai; Ye nde atiaka bato na ngai na se ya bokonzi na ngai.
3 O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
Oh Yawe, moto nde nani mpo ete obatelaka ye? Moto nde nani mpo ete okanisaka ye?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Moto azali lokola mopepe, mikolo ya bomoi na ye ezali lokola elili oyo ezali koleka.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Yawe, fungola likolo mpe kita awa na mabele! Yaka kosimba bangomba mpe sala ete ebimisa milinga!
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Tinda mikalikali mpe panza banguna na ngai; bwakela bango makonga na Yo mpe bungisa bango nzela.
7 Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
Tanda loboko na Yo wuta kuna na likolo mpo na kobikisa mpe kokangola ngai na mayi minene, na maboko ya bapaya
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
oyo minoko na bango elobaka kaka lokuta mpe maboko na bango elapaka ndayi ya lokuta.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Oh Nzambe, nakoyembela Yo nzembo ya sika, nakobetela Yo lindanda ya basinga zomi.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Ezali Yo, Nzambe, nde opesaka bakonzi elonga, obikisaka Davidi, mosali na Yo, liboso ya mopanga oyo ebomaka.
11 Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood: —
Bikisa mpe kangola ngai na maboko ya bapaya oyo minoko na bango elobaka kaka lokuta mpe maboko na bango elapaka ndayi ya lokuta.
12 That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:
Bana mibali na biso bazali lokola milona, bazali kokola malamu wuta na bomwana na bango; bana basi na biso bazali lokola bililingi kitoko oyo batoboli na bamir ya ndako ya mokonzi.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Bibombelo na biso etondi na biloko ya ndenge na ndenge; bameme na biso ezali kobotana na minkoko, na bankoto zomi kati na bitonga na biso;
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
bangombe na biso ezali minene; likama ezali te, zemi ezali kosopana te, mpe koganga moko te ya pasi ezali koyokana na bisika na biso.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Esengo na bato oyo batondisami na bolamu ya boye! Esengo na bato oyo Yawe azali Nzambe na bango!
