Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Se yon sòm David. Lwanj pou Bondye! Se li ki pwoteksyon mwen, se li ki moutre m' jan pou m' goumen, se li ki pare m' pou m' al nan batay.
2 He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
Se sou li mwen konte, se li ki tout defans mwen. Se li ki sèvi m' ranpa, se li ki tout delivrans mwen, Se li ki pwoteksyon mwen, se anba zèl li mwen kache. Se li ki fè pèp li soumèt devan mwen.
3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
Seyè, kisa moun ye pou w'ap fè tèt ou travay pou yo konsa? Kisa yo ye menm pou ou pran ka yo?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Moun tankou lafimen. Lavi yo tankou nwaj k'ap pase.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Seyè, bese syèl la, desann. Manyen mòn yo, fè yo fè lafimen.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Voye flèch ou yo. Fè lènmi m' yo gaye. Fè yo kouri ak kout zèklè.
7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
Rete nan syèl la, lonje men ou pran m'. Rale m' soti nan mitan gwo dlo yo. Delivre m' anba men moun lòt nasyon yo.
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Bonjou yo pa laverite. Menm lè y'ap sèmante, se manti y'ap fè.
9 I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
M'ap chante yon kantik tou nèf pou ou, Bondye. M'ap chante, m'ap jwe gita pou ou.
10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
Se ou menm ki fè wa yo genyen nan lagè. Se ou ki delivre David, sèvitè ou la.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Delivre m' anba bann mechan sa yo ki soti pou touye m', delivre m' anba men moun lòt nasyon yo. Bonjou yo pa laverite. Menm lè y'ap sèmante, se manti y'ap fè.
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Se pou pitit gason nou yo tankou jenn plant k'ap pouse. Se pou pitit fi nou yo tankou bèl poto byen travay ki nan tout kwen tanp lan.
13 Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.
Se pou galata nou yo plen manje tout kalite, se pou mouton ki nan savann nou yo fè anpil anpil pitit.
14 Our oxen will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.
Se pou bèf nou yo toujou bay rapò, san yo pa fè avòtman, ni pèt. Se pou lènmi pa anvayi peyi a. Pa kite yo depòte nou. Se pou pa gen okenn rèl nan lari nou yo.
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Ala bon sa bon lè sa mache konsa pou pèp la! Ala bon sa bon pou yon pèp ki gen Seyè a pou Bondye li!
