Psalms 8

1 To the chief music-maker on the Gittith. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, our Lord, whose glory is higher than the heavens, how noble is your name in all the earth!

Pou chèf sanba yo. Se sou lè chante yo chante lè y'ap kraze rezen. Se yon sòm David. Seyè, Mèt nou, se toupatou sou latè yo rekonèt jan ou gen pouvwa! Pouvwa ou moute pi wo pase syèl la!

2 You have made clear your strength even out of the mouths of babies at the breast, because of those who are against you; so that you may put to shame the cruel and violent man.

Ou fè timoun piti ak tibebe nan tete chante jan ou gen fòs, pou ou koresponn ak moun ki pa vle wè ou yo, pou ou fèmen bouch lènmi ou yo ak moun k'ap kenbe tèt avè ou yo.

3 When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have put in their places;

Lè m'ap gade syèl ou fè ak men ou lan, lalin ak zetwal ou mete ladan li,

4 What is man, that you keep him in mind? the son of man, that you take him into account?

m'ap mande: -Kisa lèzòm ye pou ou chonje yo konsa? Kisa yo ye menm pou ou pran ka yo konsa?

5 For you have made him only a little lower than the gods, crowning him with glory and honour.

Ou fè yo yon ti kras pi piti pase ou, Bondye. Tankou yon kouwòn sou tèt yo, ou ba yo pouvwa ak respè.

6 You have made him ruler over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet;

Ou mete yo pou yo donminen sou tou sa ou fè, ou mete tout bagay anba pye yo:

7 All sheep and oxen, and all the beasts of the field;

Bèf kou kabrit, ansanm ak tout bèt nan bwa yo,

8 The birds of the air and the fish of the sea, and whatever goes through the deep waters of the seas.

zwazo nan syèl, pwason nan dlo, ansanm ak tout lòt bèt k'ap viv nan lanmè.

9 O Lord, our Lord, how noble is your name in all the earth!

Seyè, Mèt nou, se toupatou sou latè yo rekonèt jan ou gen pouvwa!