Psalms 39
1 To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before 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 dumb with silence, I held my peace from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
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 burned within me; the fire was kindled in my musing: I spoke with my tongue,
Kè m' te sere anpil. Plis mwen kalkile sou sa, se plis sa fatige m'. Mwen pa t' kapab ankò. Mwen mande:
4 Make me to know, Jehovah, mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I shall know how frail I am.
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, thou hast made my days [as] hand-breadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before thee; verily, every man, [even] the high placed, is altogether vanity. (Selah)
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 Verily, man walketh in a vain show; verily they are disquieted in vain; he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.
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 wait I for, Lord? my hope is in thee.
Koulye a, Seyè, sa m'ap tann ankò? Tout espwa m' se sou ou!
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Delivre m' anba tout peche m' yo. Pa kite egare yo pase m' nan betiz.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; for thou hast done [it].
M'ap fèmen bouch mwen, mwen p'ap di yon mo. Paske tou sa se travay ou.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Tanpri, pa bat mwen ankò, sispann kale m'. Mwen prèt pou m' mouri anba kout fwèt ou yo.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct a man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely, every man is vanity. (Selah)
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 Hear my prayer, Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.
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 Look away from me, and let me recover strength, before I go hence and be no more.
Tanpri, wete je ou sou mwen, pou m' ka pran yon ti souf, anvan m' ale, anvan m' mouri.
