Banzembo 144
1 Nzembo ya Davidi. Tika ete Yawe, Libanga na ngai, apambolama; Ye oyo akembisaka maboko mpe makofi na ngai mpo na bitumba!
Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
2 Azali bolingo na ngai mpe ndako na ngai ya makasi, ebombamelo mpe mokangoli na ngai, nguba mpe ekimelo na ngai; Ye nde atiaka bato na ngai na se ya bokonzi na ngai.
My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3 Oh Yawe, moto nde nani mpo ete obatelaka ye? Moto nde nani mpo ete okanisaka ye?
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Moto azali lokola mopepe, mikolo ya bomoi na ye ezali lokola elili oyo ezali koleka.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 Yawe, fungola likolo mpe kita awa na mabele! Yaka kosimba bangomba mpe sala ete ebimisa milinga!
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Tinda mikalikali mpe panza banguna na ngai; bwakela bango makonga na Yo mpe bungisa bango nzela.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
7 Tanda loboko na Yo wuta kuna na likolo mpo na kobikisa mpe kokangola ngai na mayi minene, na maboko ya bapaya
Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 oyo minoko na bango elobaka kaka lokuta mpe maboko na bango elapaka ndayi ya lokuta.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9 Oh Nzambe, nakoyembela Yo nzembo ya sika, nakobetela Yo lindanda ya basinga zomi.
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 Ezali Yo, Nzambe, nde opesaka bakonzi elonga, obikisaka Davidi, mosali na Yo, liboso ya mopanga oyo ebomaka.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
11 Bikisa mpe kangola ngai na maboko ya bapaya oyo minoko na bango elobaka kaka lokuta mpe maboko na bango elapaka ndayi ya lokuta.
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
12 Bana mibali na biso bazali lokola milona, bazali kokola malamu wuta na bomwana na bango; bana basi na biso bazali lokola bililingi kitoko oyo batoboli na bamir ya ndako ya mokonzi.
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 Bibombelo na biso etondi na biloko ya ndenge na ndenge; bameme na biso ezali kobotana na minkoko, na bankoto zomi kati na bitonga na biso;
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 bangombe na biso ezali minene; likama ezali te, zemi ezali kosopana te, mpe koganga moko te ya pasi ezali koyokana na bisika na biso.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
15 Esengo na bato oyo batondisami na bolamu ya boye! Esengo na bato oyo Yawe azali Nzambe na bango!
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
