Psalms 7
1 Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Nzembo ya mawa oyo Davidi ayembelaki Yawe na tina na Kushi, moto ya libota ya Benjame. Yawe, Nzambe na ngai, nabombamaka kati na Yo; bikisa ngai mpe kangola ngai liboso ya bato nyonso oyo balukaka koboma ngai.
2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
Soki te, bakopasola ngai lokola nkosi mpe bakokata ngai na biteni, mpe moto akozala te mpo na kosunga ngai.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
Yawe, Nzambe na ngai, soki nasalaki makambo oyo bazali kopamela ngai mpo na yango, mpe soki ezali na mabe na maboko na ngai,
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
soki nasalaki moninga na ngai mabe, soki nabotolaki na makasi mpe kaka na pamba, biloko ya moyini na ngai;
5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
wana tika ete monguna na ngai alanda mpe akanga ngai, tika ete asakanela bomoi na ngai mpe abebisa lokumu na ngai.
6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
Yawe, telema na kanda na Yo, telemela kotomboka ya banguna na ngai. Nzambe na ngai, telema, kata likambo na ngai.
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
Tika ete bikolo esangana zingazinga na Yo, kasi Yo, konza bango wuta na Kiti na Yo ya Bokonzi.
8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
Tika ete Yawe asambisa bikolo. Yawe, longisa ngai kolanda bosembo na ngai, kolanda bozangi pamela na ngai, Yo-Oyo-Oleki-Likolo.
9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
Yo Nzambe ya sembo oyo ososolaka mozindo ya mayele mpe ya mitema, sukisa kanza ya bato mabe mpe yikisa moto ya sembo mpiko.
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
Nzambe-Oyo-Aleki-Likolo azali nguba na ngai, abikisaka bato ya sembo.
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
Nzambe azali Mosambisi ya sembo, asilikaka mikolo nyonso.
12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
Soki alembisi kanda na Ye te, akopelisa minu ya mopanga na Ye, akobongisa mpe akobeta tolotolo na Ye.
13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
Abongisaka bibundeli oyo ebomaka mpe asalaka ete makonga na Ye ekoma kozikisa.
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
Moto nyonso oyo abongisaka kosala mabe alukaka ndenge nini koyokisa bato pasi mpe abebisaka boyokani;
15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
atimolaka libulu, kasi ye moko nde akweyaka kati na yango.
16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
Pasi oyo ayokisaka bato ezongelaka ye moko, mpe mabe na ye ekweyaka na moto na ye moko.
17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
Nakokumisa Yawe mpo na bosembo na Ye, mpe nakosanzola Yawe-Oyo-Aleki-Likolo na banzembo.
