Psalms 3
1 A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
Nzembo ya Davidi. Ayembaki yango tango azalaki kokima Abisalomi, mwana na ye. Oh Yawe, banguna na ngai bazali motango boni! Banguna boni oyo bazali kobundisa ngai!
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Ebele bazali koloba na tina na ngai: « Nzambe akobikisa ye te! »
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Nzokande Yo, Yawe, ozali nguba mpe nkembo na ngai, Yo nde omatisaka lokumu na ngai.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Nabelelaka Yawe, mpe ayanolaka ngai wuta na ngomba na Ye ya bule.
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
Nalalaka mpe nazwaka pongi; nalamukaka lisusu, pamba te Yawe azali makasi na ngai.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
Nakobanga te atako ebele ya bankoto bazingeli ngai na bangambo nyonso.
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
Yawe, telema! Nzambe na ngai, kangola ngai! Beta banguna na ngai nyonso bambata, buka bato mabe minu.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Kokangolama na ngai ewutaka na Yawe. Tika ete lipamboli na Yo ewumela kati na bato na Yo.
