Psalms 65
1 To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence — praise, O God, [is] in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.
Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Nzembo ya Davidi. Mpo na Yo Nzambe, bozangi makelele ezali lokumu, kati na Siona; mpe mpo na Yo, ndayi ekokokisama.
2 Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.
Yo oyo oyokaka mabondeli, bato nyonso bakoya epai na Yo.
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions — Thou dost cover them.
Kilo ya bambeba eleki makasi mpo na ngai; kasi Yo, olimbisaka masumu na biso.
4 O the happiness of [him whom] Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.
Esengo na moto oyo oponi mpe obulisi mpo ete avanda kati na lopango na Yo. Tokotonda na bolamu ya Ndako na Yo, Tempelo na Yo ya bule.
5 By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.
Nzambe Mobikisi na biso, oyanolaka biso na bosembo, na nzela ya biloko ya somo; Ozali elikya ya mokili mobimba mpe ya bibale minene.
6 Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,
Alendisaka bangomba, na nguya na Ye; atondi na mpiko.
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
Akitisaka makelele ya bibale minene, makelele ya bambonge na yango mpe makelele ya bikolo.
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.
Bato oyo bavandaka na basuka ya mokili babangaka tango bamonaka bikamwa na Yo; osalaka ete este mpe weste eganga na esengo.
9 Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God [is] full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,
Opambolaka mabele, ofulukisaka yango, otondisaka yango na bozwi. Otondisaka moluka ya Nzambe na mayi, obongiselaka bato ble, pamba te otondisaka mayi mpo na yango.
10 Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.
Olekisaka mayi kati na mikala, okweyisaka mipiku ya mabele, osopelaka mabele mayi mpe opambolaka milona.
11 Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.
Opambolaka mobu na bolamu na Yo, mpe banzela mike oyo olekelaka ebotaka ebele.
12 Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.
Bilanga ya esobe etondaka na bilei, mpe bangomba mike etondaka na esengo.
13 Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout — yea, they sing!
Bilanga etondaka na bameme mpe bantaba; mabwaku etondaka na ble, egangaka na esengo mpe eyembaka.
