Psalms 42
1 To the Chief Musician. An Instructive Psalm for the Sons of Korah. As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for thee, O God.
Nzembo ya bana ya Kore. Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Ndenge mbuli eyokaka posa ya komela mayi, ndenge wana mpe molimo na ngai ezali na posa na Yo, Nzambe.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, —When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
Molimo na ngai ezali na posa ya Nzambe, ya Nzambe na bomoi. Tango nini nakoki kokende, mpe tango nini nakoki kokutana na Nzambe?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Butu mpe moyi, mpinzoli na ngai ezalaka bilei na ngai; pamba te balobaka na ngai tango nyonso: « Nzambe na Yo azali wapi? »
4 These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise.—a throng keeping festival.
Nazalaka na posa ya kokanisa makambo oyo, ndenge mpe nasopaka molimo na ngai: Tango nazalaki kotambola kati na ebele ya bato, nazalaki komema bango kino na Tempelo ya Nzambe, kati na koganga ya esengo mpe ya kozongisa matondi lokola makelele ya bato oyo bazali na feti.
5 Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And [why] shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
Oh molimo na ngai, mpo na nini olembi boye? Mpo na nini ozali komitungisa makasi kati na ngai? Tia elikya na yo kati na Nzambe, pamba te nakokumisa lisusu lobiko na Ye.
6 My God! over myself, my soul is cast down, —For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Nzambe, molimo na ngai elembi kati na ngai; yango wana nazali kokanisa Yo wuta na mokili ya Yordani, wuta na songe ya ngomba Erimoni mpe wuta na ngomba Mitseari.
7 Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.
Mozindo ebendaka mozindo tango bambonge na Yo nyonso etombokaka; Ezala ya mike to ya minene, elekaka likolo na ngai.
8 By day, will Yahweh command his lovingkindness, And, in the night, shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the GOD of my life.
Na moyi, Yawe apesaka mitindo epai ya bolingo na Ye; na butu, nakumisaka Ye na banzembo mpe nasambelaka Nzambe ya bomoi na ngai.
9 I will say onto GOD, —my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go, because of oppression by the enemy?
Nalobi na Nzambe, Libanga na ngai: « Mpo na nini obosani ngai? Mpo na nini nasengeli kotambola na mawa kati na motema mpe na se ya minyoko ya monguna? »
10 With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me, —While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Nzoto na ngai ekomaka kosala pasi makasi tango bayini na ngai bafingaka ngai, tango balobaka na ngai mokolo mobimba: « Wapi Nzambe na yo? »
11 Why shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.
Molimo na ngai, mpo na nini olembi boye? Mpo na nini ozali komitungisa kati na ngai? Tia elikya na yo kati na Nzambe. Nakokumisa Ye lisusu, lobiko mpe Nzambe na ngai.
