Psalms 48
1 A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah. Great [is] Jehovah, and praised greatly, In the city of our God — His holy hill.
Nzembo ya bana ya Kore. Yawe azali monene mpe abongi na lokumu, kati na engumba ya Nzambe na biso, ngomba na Ye ya bule.
2 Beautiful [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, The sides of the north, the city of a great king.
Ezali kitoko, ngomba moke oyo esalaka esengo ya mokili mobimba, ngomba Siona! Ngambo na yango ya Nor nde ezali engumba ya Mokonzi Monene.
3 God in her high places is known for a tower.
Nzambe azali kati na bandako na yango ya bokonzi, amimonisi lokola ndako batonga makasi.
4 For, lo, the kings met, they passed by together,
Pamba te bakonzi basanganaki, batambolaki nzela moko.
5 They have seen — so they have marvelled, They have been troubled, they were hastened away.
Kasi tango kaka bamonaki yango, bakamwaki mpe bakimaki na somo.
6 Trembling hath seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.
Mbala moko, bakomaki kolenga wana lokola mwasi oyo azali na pasi ya kobota
7 By an east wind Thou shiverest ships of Tarshish.
to lokola mopepe ya Este oyo apanzaka masuwa ya Tarsisi.
8 As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of Jehovah of hosts, In the city of our God, God doth establish her — to the age. (Selah)
Ndenge kaka bayebisaki biso, ndenge mpe tomonaki kati na engumba ya Yawe, Mokonzi ya mampinga, kati na engumba ya Nzambe na biso; Nzambe alendisaka yango seko na seko.
9 We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,
Nzambe, kati na Tempelo na Yo, tokanisaka bolingo na Yo.
10 As [is] Thy name, O God, so [is] Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.
Nzambe, lokumu na Yo epanzani kino na suka ya mokili, ndenge moko na Kombo na Yo; loboko na Yo ya mobali etondi na bosembo.
11 Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.
Ngomba ya Siona ezali kosepela, bamboka ya Yuda etondi na esengo mpo na mikano na Yo.
12 Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,
Botambola pembeni ya Siona, bokende zingazinga na yango, botanga bandako na yango ya milayi.
13 Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that ye recount to a later generation,
Botala lopango na yango, botala malamu bandako na yango mpo ete bopesa sango epai ya bato oyo bakoya na sima.
14 That this God [is] our God — To the age and for ever, He — he doth lead us over death!
Pamba te Nzambe wana azali Nzambe na biso seko na seko mpe libela na libela; akotambolisa biso, ezala kino na kufa.
