Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
Pou chèf sanba yo. Se pou yo chante l' sou menm lè ak chante ki di: Pa detwi. Se yon chante David te ekri lè Sayil te voye moun veye kay li pou touye l'. Delivre m' anba lènmi m' yo, Bondye mwen! Pwoteje m' pou moun k'ap leve dèyè m' yo pa jwenn mwen!
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Delivre m' anba malveyan yo! Sove m' anba ansasen sa yo!
3 For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, LORD.
Yo mete anbiskad pou yo touye m'. Yon bann ansasen ap fè konplo sou do mwen, san m' pa fè anyen ki mal, san m' pa fè okenn fòt, Seyè.
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Malgre mwen inonsan, y'ap kouri, y'ap pare tann mwen! Leve non! vin bò kote mwen! Gade yo!
5 You, LORD God of Armies, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
Ou menm, Seyè, Bondye, ou menm ki chèf lame zanj yo, ou menm ki Bondye pèp Izrayèl la, leve non! vin pini moun lòt nasyon yo! Se pou ou san pitye pou bann mechan sa yo k'ap trayi ou!
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Chak swa, yo tounen. Yo mache nan tout lavil la, y'ap jape tankou chen.
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Tande sa y'ap di! Tande jan y'ap pale! Lang nan bouch yo, ou ta di se yon ponya! Y'ap di: Pa gen moun k'ap tande nou!
8 But you, LORD, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Men ou menm, Seyè, ou pase yo nan rizib! Ou pase tout nasyon yo nan jwèt.
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
Se ou ki tout defans mwen, se sou ou mwen konte. Bondye, se bò kote ou mwen jwenn pwoteksyon.
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
Bondye mwen, w'ap vin kanpe bò kote m', paske ou renmen m'. W'ap fè m' wè jan moun k'ap pèsekite m' yo ap fini mal.
11 Do not kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.
Pa touye yo pou moun pa m' yo ka chonje! Avèk pouvwa ou, fè yo pa konn sa y'ap fè, fè yo tonbe. Seyè, se ou menm ki tout pwoteksyon mwen.
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Chak pawòl ki soti nan bouch yo se yon peche. Se pwòp lògèy yo k'ap fini ak yo. Se madichon ak manti ase k'ap soti nan bouch yo.
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. (Selah)
Lè ou an kòlè, fini ak yo. Fini ak yo nèt, fè yo disparèt. Fè tout moun konnen se Bondye k'ap gouvènen nan peyi Jakòb la. Se li k'ap gouvènen toupatou sou latè.
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Chak swa, yo tounen. Y'ap jape tankou chen, y'ap mache nan tout lavil la.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they are not satisfied.
Y'ap moute desann, y'ap chache manje. Y'ap plenn paske yo pa jwenn ase pou plen vant yo.
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
Men mwen menm, m'ap chante pou m' di jan ou gen pouvwa. Chak maten m'a fè lwanj ou pou m' di jan ou pa janm sispann renmen nou. Paske, se ou ki tout defans mwen, se bò kote ou mwen te jwenn pwoteksyon lè m' te anba tray.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
Wi, m'ap fè lwanj ou, ou menm ki tout defans mwen. Se bò kot Bondye mwen jwenn pwoteksyon, bò kot Bondye ki renmen m' lan.
