Psalms 36
1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David, the servant of the LORD. An oracle is in my heart regarding the transgression of the wicked man: There is no fear of God before his eyes.
Pou chèf sanba yo. Se yon sòm David, sèvitè Seyè a. Peche a pale nan fon kè mechan an: li mete nan tèt li pa gen rezon pou gen krentif Bondye.
2 For his eyes are too full of conceit to detect or hate his own sin.
Li kwè li pi bon pase sa l' ye a: konsa, li pa vle rekonèt peche l' yo.
3 The words of his mouth are wicked and deceitful; he has ceased to be wise and well-doing.
Tout pawòl nan bouch li se move pawòl, se manti ase l'ap bay. Li fin pèdi tèt li, li pa ka fè anyen ki byen anko.
4 Even on his bed he plots wickedness; he sets himself on a path that is not good; he fails to reject evil.
Li kouche sou kabann li, l'ap fè move plan. Li sou yon move pant, li dakò ak tou sa ki mal.
5 Your loving devotion, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the clouds.
Seyè, ou renmen nou anpil anpil. Ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou.
6 Your righteousness is like the highest mountains; Your judgments are like the deepest sea. O LORD, You preserve man and beast.
Jistis ou kanpe fèm tankou gwo mòn ou yo. Jijman ou yo se bagay moun pa ka fin konprann. Seyè, se ou menm ki pran swen moun ansanm ak tout bèt yo.
7 How precious is Your loving devotion, O God, that the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings!
Bondye, ala bon sa bon, renmen ou gen pou nou an! Se anba zèl ou lèzòm jwenn pwoteksyon.
8 They feast on the abundance of Your house, and You give them drink from Your river of delights.
Yo manje vant plen ak manje yo jwenn an kantite lakay ou. Bon bagay ou yo tankou yon rivyè dlo k'ap koule kote yo bwè kont kò yo.
9 For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light.
Paske, se ou menm ki sous lavi a. Se limyè ou ki fè nou wè klè!
10 Extend Your loving devotion to those who know You, and Your righteousness to the upright in heart.
Toujou renmen moun ki konnen ou! Toujou fè byen pou moun ki san repwòch devan ou!
11 Let not the foot of the proud come against me, nor the hand of the wicked drive me away.
Pa kite awogan yo mete pye sou kou m'. Pa kite mechan yo fè m' kouri.
12 There the evildoers lie fallen, thrown down and unable to rise.
Gade jan moun k'ap fè mal yo tonbe non! Yo rete atè a, yo pa ka kanpe sou pye yo ankò!
