Psalms 131

1 A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. O SENYÈ, kè m pa ògeye, ni zye m pa gen awogans. Ni m pa fouye kò m nan gwo zafè, ni nan sa ki twò wo pou mwen.

2 Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

Anverite, mwen te fin ranje e kalme nanm mwen. Menm jan ke yon pitit poze sou manman l, anndan m, nanm mwen tankou yon pitit ki sevre.

3 Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.

O Israël, mete espwa nan SENYÈ a depi koulye a e jis rive pou tout tan.