Abakuki 3
1 Libondeli ya Mosakoli Abakuki, na tina na lolenge ya banzembo ya mawa.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth.
2 Oh Yawe, nayokaki sango ya Kombo na Yo! Yawe, nabangaki misala na Yo. Sala yango lisusu na tango na biso! Sala ete eyebana lisusu na tango na biso! Kasi ata soki otomboki ndenge nini, kobosanaka te mawa na Yo mpo na biso.
I have heard, Lord, of your fame, I have seen, Lord, your work; through the years you have make yourself known, in wrath you remember mercy.
3 Nzambe abimelaki na engumba Temani, Mosantu abimelaki na ngomba Parani. Nkembo na Ye ezipaki likolo, mpe lokumu na Ye etondisaki mabele.
God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from the mountain-land of Paran. (Selah) His glory covers the heavens, and his splendour fills the earth.
4 Azalaki kongenga lokola moyi, mpe pole makasi ezalaki kobimela na loboko na Ye, epai wapi nguya na Ye ebombamaka.
Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
5 Bokono oyo ebomaka ezalaki kotambola liboso na Ye, mpe pasi makasi ezalaki kolanda matambe na Ye na sima.
Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
6 Tango atelemaki, mabele ekomaki koningana makasi; tango abalolaki elongi na Ye mpo na kotala, bato ya bikolo bakomaki kolenga, bangomba milayi oyo ya kala-kala ebukanaki, mpe bangomba mikuse oyo ya kala-kala ekitaki; kasi banzela na Ye ewumelaka seko na seko.
He stands, and the earth trembles, he looks, and the nations melt away, and the mountains of old are scattered, the everlasting hills bow down. These are his ways from of old.
7 Namonaki bandako ya kapo ya Kushani kati na pasi, mpe bandako ya mokili ya Madiani kati na mitungisi.
The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
8 Oh Yawe, otombokelaki nde bibale? Osopelaki nde miluka kanda na Yo? Osilikelaki nde ebale monene tango ozalaki kotambola likolo ya bampunda, likolo ya bashar na Yo ya lokumu?
Is your wrath, Lord, with the rivers? Is your anger against the streams? Or your rage against the sea? Is that why you ride on your war-steeds? Why you mount your chariots of victory?
9 Obimisaki tolotolo na Yo na ebombelo na yango, maloba ya bandayi oyo olapaki ezalaki makonga na Yo. Ozindisaki mokili kati na bibale.
Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
10 Soki bangomba emoni Yo, elengaka; mayi etiolaka makasi, ebale monene etombokaka mpe bambonge na yango emataka kino na likolo.
The mountains see you and writhe. The tempest of waters sweeps by. The great deep sends forth its voice, and lifts up its hands.
11 Tango makonga ya mike etambolaka lokola mikalikali mpe makonga ebetaka lokola bakake, moyi mpe sanza etelemaka kuna na likolo.
The sun forgets to rise. The moon stands still in its place. Your arrows go forth to give light. Your glittering spear is as lightning.
12 Na kanda, otambolaka na mabele; mpe na kanda makasi na Yo, onyataka bikolo.
In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
13 Obimaka mpo na kokangola bato na Yo mpe mpo na kobikisa mopakolami na Yo. Obomaki mokambi ya mokili ya bato mabe, osambwisaki ye kobanda na moto kino na makolo.
You go forth to save your people. You go to help your anointed. You crush the head of the wicked nation, laying him bare from thigh to neck. (Selah)
14 Otobolaki ye moto na nzela ya likonga na ye moko, tango basoda na ye bazalaki koya na elulu lokola mopepe mpo na kopanza biso. Bazalaki kosepela na elikya ete bakoboma biso na nkuku.
You pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly.
15 Otambolaka na ebale elongo na bampunda na Yo; boye oningisaka mayi minene.
You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
16 Tango nayokaki sango oyo, motema na ngai ekomaki kobeta makasi, bibebu na ngai ekomaki kolenga, mikuwa na ngai ekomaki kopola mpe makolo na ngai ekomaki kolenga. Kasi nakokanga motema na ngai mpo na kozela mokolo ya pasi oyo ekokomela ekolo oyo ebundisaki biso.
I hear, and my body trembles, and at the sound my lips quiver. My bones begin to decay, and my footsteps totter beneath me, while I long for the day of distress to come upon those who attack us.
17 Nzokande, nzete ya figi ebimisi fololo te, nzete ya vino eboti mbuma te, nzete ya olive eboti mbuma te, bilanga ebimisi bilei te, bameme mpe bantaba ezali te kati na lopango, mpe bangombe ezali te kati na lopango.
Though the fig tree bears no fruit, and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive harvest fails, and the fields produce no food, though the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
18 Kasi ngai nakosepela kati na Yawe mpe nakotondisama na esengo mingi kati na Nzambe, Mobikisi na ngai.
yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
19 Nkolo Yawe azali makasi na ngai: akomisaka makolo na ngai lokola makolo ya mboloko, apesaka ngai makasi ya komata kino na likolo ya bangomba. Wuta na buku ya motambolisi banzembo. Babetaki yango na mandanda.
The Lord God is my strength; he makes my feet as sure as the feet of deer, and causes me to walk on the heights! To the music director: Use stringed instruments.
