Psalms 30
1 A Psalm. — A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.
Nzembo ya Davidi mpo na libulisi ya Tempelo. Yawe, nanetoli Yo, pamba te obimisaki ngai na libulu ya mozindo mpe otikaki te banguna na ngai kosepela na tina na ngai.
2 Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.
Yawe, Nzambe na ngai, nabelelaki Yo mpo na kosenga lisungi, mpe obikisaki ngai na bokono.
3 Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Yawe, obimisaki ngai na mboka ya bakufi, obatelaki bomoi na ngai mosika na bato oyo bazali kokita na libulu. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,
Boyemba banzembo mpo na lokumu ya Yawe, bino babulami na Ye; bokumisa Kombo na Ye ya bule.
5 For — a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.
Pamba te kanda makasi na Ye ewumelaka mpo na mwa tango moke, kasi ngolu na Ye ewumelaka seko na seko; kolela ekoki kowumela kino na pokwa, kasi kosepela ekokota na tongo.
6 And I — I have said in mine ease, 'I am not moved — to the age.
Tango nazalaki na kimia, nalobaki: « Nakotikala kokweya te. »
7 O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face — I have been troubled.
Yawe, tango osalelaki ngai ngolu, olendisaki ngomba na ngai; kasi tango obombelaki ngai elongi, nabungisaki elikya.
8 Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.
Yawe, nabelelaki Yo; nabelelaki Yawe mpo na kosenga lisungi:
9 'What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
« Litomba nini ezali soki nakufi, soki nakiti na libulu? Boni, putulu ekokumisa Yo? Boni, ekosakola boyengebene na Yo?
10 Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'
Yawe, yoka ngai mpe salela ngai ngolu; Yawe, zala lisungi na ngai. »
11 Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.
Obongoli kolela na ngai, okomisi yango mabina; olongoli mokumba na ngai mpe olatisi ngai esengo,
12 So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!
mpo ete molimo na ngai ekumisa Yo na banzembo, kasi navanda nye te. Yawe, Nzambe na ngai, nakokumisa Yo libela na libela.
