Psalms 144
1 A Psalm. Of David. Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting:
Yon Sòm David Beni se SENYÈ a, wòch mwen an, ki enstwi men m pou fè lagè, ak dwèt mwen pou batay.
2 He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people.
Lanmou dous mwen e sitadèl mwen an, Fòterès mwen ak liberatè mwen an, Boukliye mwen an nan (sila) mwen kache a, Ki soumèt pèp mwen an anba m.
3 Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?
O SENYÈ, se kisa lòm nan ye pou Ou panse a li? Oswa fis a lòm nan pou Ou panse a Li?
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
Lòm se tankou yon sèl souf. Jou li yo se tankou yon lonbraj k ap pase.
5 Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.
Bese syèl Ou yo, O SENYÈ e desann. Touche mòn yo pou yo kab fè lafimen.
6 With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.
Fè parèt eklè pou gaye yo. Voye flèch Ou pou mete yo nan konfizyon.
7 Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;
Lonje men Ou soti anwo. Fè m sekou! Delivre m sòti nan gwo dlo yo, nan men etranje yo ak
8 In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
bouch kap pale manti yo e men dwat a (sila) ki se men dwat a manti yo.
9 I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.
Mwen va chante yon chan tounèf a Ou menm, O Bondye; Sou ap dis kòd yo, mwen va chante lwanj a Ou menm,
10 It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword.
Ki konn sove wa yo, ki fè David, sèvitè Li a, chape de nepe lanmò a.
11 Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
Fè m sekou e delivre m de men a etranje yo, Bouch a (sila) ki pale desepsyon yo, e men dwat a (sila) ki men dwat a manti yo.
12 Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;
Kite fis nou yo nan jenès yo parèt tankou plant ki fin grandi, e fi nou yo tankou pilye taye ki pou ta embeli yon palè wayal.
13 Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Kite depo nou yo toujou plen, nan bay tout kalite pwodwi. Kite twoupo nou yo pwodwi dè milye e dè di milye nan chan nou yo.
14 Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places.
Kite bèf nou yo ka pote gwo chaj. Pou nou pa gen kase kay, ni kouri kite, e nanpwen moun k ap rele “anmwey” nan lari nou yo.
15 Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord.
A la beni pèp ki ranje konsa beni! A la beni pèp ki gen Bondye pou SENYÈ yo beni.
