Psalms 39
1 Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David. I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me.
Pou chèf sanba yo. Pou Jedoutoun. Se yon sòm David. Mwen te pwomèt mwen t'ap veye sou pawòl mwen, pou m' pa peche ak lang mwen. M'ap mete yon fren nan bouch mwen toutotan mechan yo va kanpe la devan mwen.
2 I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
Mwen fèmen bouch mwen, mwen pa di yon mo, mwen pa pale menm. Sa pa sèvi m' anyen. Mwen soufri pi rèd.
3 My heart grew hot within me, and, during my (meditation) a fire would flare up.
Kè m' te sere anpil. Plis mwen kalkile sou sa, se plis sa fatige m'. Mwen pa t' kapab ankò. Mwen mande:
4 I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
Seyè, fè m' konnen kilè m'ap mouri. Di m' konbe jou ki rete m' pou m' viv ankò, pou m' ka konnen se pase m'ap pase sou tè a.
5 Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
Gade, mwen konte jou ki rete m' pou m' viv yo sou dwèt mwen. Lavi m' tankou anyen devan ou. Wi, tout moun ki vivan, se tankou lafimen yo ye.
6 So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
Lèzòm ap pwonmennen sou tè a tankou lonbray. Se pou gremesi y'ap bat kò yo. Y'ap anpile richès sou richès, yo pa konnen ki moun k'ap vin jwi yo.
7 And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
Koulye a, Seyè, sa m'ap tann ankò? Tout espwa m' se sou ou!
8 Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
Delivre m' anba tout peche m' yo. Pa kite egare yo pase m' nan betiz.
9 I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
M'ap fèmen bouch mwen, mwen p'ap di yon mo. Paske tou sa se travay ou.
10 Remove your scourges from me.
Tanpri, pa bat mwen ankò, sispann kale m'. Mwen prèt pou m' mouri anba kout fwèt ou yo.
11 I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.
Lè w'ap korije moun ou pini yo pou fòt yo fè, ou detwi tou sa yo pi renmen tankou mit k'ap manje rad. Se vre wi, moun se tankou lafimen yo ye.
12 O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.
Tanpri, Seyè, koute m' lè m'ap lapriyè. Tande jan m'ap rele, pa fèmen kè ou lè m'ap kriye nan pye ou. Mwen tankou tout zansèt mwen yo, se etranje mwen ye, se pase m'ap pase lakay ou.
13 Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more.
Tanpri, wete je ou sou mwen, pou m' ka pran yon ti souf, anvan m' ale, anvan m' mouri.
