Psalms 65
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
Nkunga Davidi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi. A Nzambi, nzitusu wulembo ku vingidila mu Sioni kuidi ngeyo tuela dukisa zindefi zieto.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
Ngeyo weti wa lusambulu; batu boso bela kuiza kuidi ngeyo.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Mu thangu tufietukusu kuidi masumu; ngeyo wutulemvukila mu zinzimbala zieto.
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
Lusakumunu kuidi bobo wusobula ayi bobo wunata mu ba va widi muingi bazingila mu luphangu luaku. Tuidi bayukuta mu bima bimboti bi nzo aku, bi nzo aku yinlongo.
5 By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
Ngeyo wutuveni mvutu ayi ndambu tsisi mu mavanga ma busonga. A Nzambi, Mvulusi eto, ngeyo diana di zitsukusunu zioso zi ntoto ayi di mimbu milutidi tatuka.
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
Ngeyo wuvanga miongo mu lulendo luaku; ngeyo veka wukivuika zingolo.
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
Wunlembikanga biyoko bi mimbu, biyoko bi mayo mandi ayi khindu yi makanda.
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
Batu bobo banzingilanga ku thama bela mona tsisi matsiminanga maku, kuna kueti totukila thangu ayi ku keti diamina, ngeyo wutela kuawu minkunga mi khini.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
Ngeyo wuyiza tala ntoto ayi wuwuvana nlangu; wuvana wawu bima buwombo. Mila mi Nzambi midi miwala nlangu. Ngeyo weti kubikila batu makundi bila ngeyo wutumina buawu.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Weti lembila minkala miandi ayi wulembo ladikisa makumutu mandi ma ntoto ayi wulembo lebisa wawu mu masala; wulembo sakumuna bikunusu biandi.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
Ngeyo weti manisina mvu mu mamboti maku; bima biwombo bilembo sapika mu zisaleti ziaku
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
Bibuangu bieti mena biti mi dikanga bilembo sapika zikhundubula zilembo vuati khini.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
Mamemi mafulukidi mu bibuangu bieti mena biti; mindimba mifulukidi mu makundi; milembo yamikina mu khini ayi yimbila.
