Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
Yon Sòm a David lè l te sove ale devan Absalom, fis li a O SENYÈ, gade kijan lènmi mwen yo ap miltipliye; Anpil moun leve kont mwen.
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Anpil moun pale de nanm mwen, “Nanpwen delivrans pou li nan Bondye.” Tan
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Men Ou menm, O SENYÈ, se yon pwotèj ki antoure mwen, glwa mwen, ak (Sila) ki fè tèt mwen leve a.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
Mwen t ap kriye a SENYÈ a ak vwa mwen; Li te reponn mwen soti nan mòn sen Li an Tan
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
Mwen te kouche e dòmi; mwen te leve, paske se SENYÈ a ki ban m fòs.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
Mwen p ap pè menm dè milye de moun ki ta pran pozisyon kont mwen de tout kote.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Leve, O SENYÈ! Sove mwen, O Bondye mwen! Paske Ou te souflete tout lènmi mwen yo. Ou te kraze dan a mechan yo.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Delivrans se nan SENYÈ a. Ke benediksyon Ou toujou poze sou pèp Ou a.
