Psalms 131

1 A song of ascents. Of David. My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty. I do not aspire to great things or matters too lofty for me.

Se yon chante David pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Seyè, mwen pa gen lògèy nan kè mwen. Mwen pa gade moun avèk awogans. Mwen pa enterese nan bagay ki twò fò pou mwen, nan bagay ki twò difisil pou m' konprann.

2 Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

Mwen rete tou dousman, byen trankil tankou yon timoun sevre ki rete byen dousman sou janm manman l'. Wi, tankou yon timoun sevre, se konsa mwen rete dousman.

3 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, both now and forevermore.

Nou menm pèp Izrayèl, mete tout espwa nou nan Seyè a, depi koulye a ak pou tout tan.