Psalms 79
1 A Melody of Asaph. O God, nations, Have entered thine inheritance, Have profaned thy holy temple, —Have laid Jerusalem in heaps:
Nzembo ya Azafi. Oh Nzambe, tala ndenge bato ya bikolo ya bapaya bakoti na makasi kati na libula na Yo, bakomisi Esika na Yo ya bule mbindo, mpe bakomisi Yelusalemi mipiku ya mabanga!
2 They have given, The dead bodies of thy servants, As food for the birds of the heavens, The flesh of thy men of lovingkindness, Unto the wild beast of the earth:
Bapesi bibembe ya basali na Yo lokola bilei epai ya bandeke ya likolo, mpe bibembe ya bayengebene na Yo epai ya banyama ya zamba;
3 They have poured out their blood like water, Round about Jerusalem, With none to bury.
basopi makila na bango lokola mayi zingazinga ya Yelusalemi, mpe moto ya kokunda bango azalaki te!
4 We have become, A reproach to our neighbours, —A mockery and a derision, to them who are round about us.
Tala ndenge bato ya bikolo oyo ezingeli biso bazali kofinga biso, mpe tokomi lokola eloko ya liseki na miso na bango!
5 How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou be angry utterly? Shall thy jealousy, burn like fire?
Kino tango nini, Yawe, okokangela biso kanda? Kino tango nini zuwa na Yo ekopela lokola moto?
6 Pour out thy wrath, Upon the nations that have not known thee—and, Upon the kingdoms that, on thy Name, have not called.
Sopela bikolo oyo eyebi Yo te mpe mikili oyo ebelelaka Kombo na Yo te, kanda makasi na Yo;
7 For he hath devoured Jacob, —And, his dwelling-place, have they laid waste.
pamba te babebisi Jakobi mpe bapanzi mokili na ye.
8 Do not remember against us former iniquities, —Haste thee, let thy compassions, come to meet us, For we have been brought very low!
Kotangela biso te masumu na biso ya kala, kokangela biso motema te, yokela biso mawa, pamba te tokomi na suka!
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, on account of the glory of thy Name, —Rescue us then, and put a propitiatory-covering over our sins, For the sake of thy Name.
Nzambe Mobikisi na biso, sunga biso mpo na lokumu ya Kombo na Yo, kangola biso mpe limbisa masumu na biso mpo na Kombo na Yo!
10 Wherefore should the nations say—Where is their God? Let him be known among the nations before our eyes! [Yea! By] the avenging of the blood of thy servants which hath been shed!
Mpo na nini bikolo eloba: « Nzambe na bango azali wapi? » Tika ete, na miso na biso, bato ya bikolo bayeba ete ozongiseli bango mabe na mabe, mpo na makila ya basali na Yo, oyo basopaki.
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner, come in before thee, —According to the greatness of thine arm, Set free them who are appointed to death.
Tika ete kolela ya bakangami kati na boloko ekoma liboso na Yo! Na nguya monene na Yo, bikisa ba-oyo bazwa etumbu ya kufa!
12 Return, therefore, unto our neighbours—Sevenfold, into their own bosom, The reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Adonay!
Oh Nkolo, zongisela bikolo oyo ezingeli biso, kotiola oyo batiolaki Yo; zongisela bango mbala sambo.
13 So, we, thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture, will give thanks unto thee, to times age-abiding, —To generation after generation, will we recount thy praise.
Mpe biso, bato na Yo, etonga oyo oleisaka, tokosanzola Yo tango nyonso; mpe na bikeke nyonso, tokosakola lokumu na Yo.
