Psalms 63
1 A Psalm. Of David. When he was in the waste land of Judah. O God, you are my God; early will I make my search for you: my soul is dry for need of you, my flesh is wasted with desire for you, as a dry and burning land where no water is;
Yon Sòm David, lè l te nan dezè Juda a. O Bondye, Ou se Bondye mwen. Mwen va chache Ou ak tout kè m. Nanm mwen swaf pou Ou. Chè m anvi Ou nan yon peyi epwize e sèch kote nanpwen dlo.
2 To see your power and your glory, as I have seen you in the holy place.
Konsa, mwen te wè Ou nan sanktiyè a, ak pouvwa Ou, ak laglwa Ou.
3 Because your mercy is better than life, my lips will give you praise.
Akoz lanmou dous Ou pi bon pase lavi, lèv mwen va louwe Ou.
4 So will I go on blessing you all my life, lifting up my hands in your name.
Pou sa, mwen va beni Ou tout tan ke m viv. Mwen va leve men m nan non Ou.
5 My soul will be comforted, as with good food; and my mouth will give you praise with songs of joy;
Nanm mwen satisfè konsi avèk ma zo ak grès, e bouch mwen ap ofri lwanj avèk lèv ranpli de jwa.
6 When the memory of you comes to me on my bed, and when I give thought to you in the night-time.
Lè m sonje Ou sou kabann mwen, mwen medite sou Ou nan vèy de nwi la.
7 Because you have been my help, I will have joy in the shade of your wings.
Paske Ou te konn sekou mwen. Nan lonbraj a zèl Ou, mwen chante ak jwa.
8 My soul keeps ever near you: your right hand is my support.
Nanm mwen kole ak Ou. Men dwat Ou fè m kenbe.
9 But those whose desire is my soul's destruction will go down to the lower parts of the earth.
Men (sila) ki chache lavi mwen pou detwi li yo, va desann jis nan fon latè.
10 They will be cut off by the sword; they will be food for foxes.
Yo va livre a pouvwa nepe. Yo va tounen manje pou rena mawon.
11 But the king will have joy in God; everyone who takes an oath by him will have cause for pride; but the false mouth will be stopped.
Men Wa a va rejwi nan Bondye. Tout moun ki sèmante pa Li menm yo, va twouve glwa. Paske bouch a (sila) ki bay manti yo, va fèmen.
