Psalms 39
1 Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David. I said: I will take heed to my ways: that I sin not with my tongue. I have set guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.
Pou direktè koral la. Pou Jeduthyèn. Yon Sòm David Mwen te di, mwen va veye chemen mwen, pou m pa fè peche ak lang mwen. Mwen va veye bouch mwen, konsi li gen yon brid ladann toutotan mechan yo rete nan prezans mwen.
2 I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.
Mwen te tankou bèbè e mwen te rete an silans. Mwen te evite menm sa ki ta kab bon. Konsa, tristès mwen te vin pi mal.
3 My heart grew hot within me: and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
Kè m te cho anndan m. Pandan mwen t ap reflechi dife a t ap brile. Konsa, mwen te pale ak lang mwen:
4 I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.
SENYÈ, fè m konnen longè a jou mwen yo. Fè m konnen ke m fèb anpil.
5 Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
Gade byen, Ou te fè jou mwen yo kontwole tankou lajè a men m ki louvri. Lavi mwen konsi li pa anyen devan zye Ou. Anverite, lavi chak moun, se yon sèl grenn souf.
6 Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.
Anverite, tout moun mache toupatou tankou yon lonbraj. Anverite, yo fè gwo zen pou ryen. Li ranmase byen yo, men l pa konnen kilès k ap rasanble yo.
7 And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
Konsa, SENYÈ, kisa m ap tann nan? Espwa m se nan Ou.
8 Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
Delivre mwen de tout transgresyon mwen yo. Pa fè m repwòch a moun san sajès yo.
9 I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
Mwen tounen tibebe. Mwen pa ouvri bouch mwen, akoz se Ou ki te fè sa.
10 Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
Rete touman Ou sou mwen. Kou men Ou venk mwen. M ap peri.
11 Thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted.
Avèk repwòch, Ou fè chatiman a yon nonm pou inikite li. Ou manje tankou mit nan rad sa ki konsidere pi chè pou li menm nan. Anverite, tout moun se sèlman yon souf.
12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication: give ear to my tears. Be not silent: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.
Tande lapriyè mwen, O SENYÈ e prete zòrèy Ou a kri mwen. Pa rete an silans lè dlo ap koule nan zye m. Paske mwen se yon etranje devan Ou, yon vwayajè tankou tout papa zansèt mwen yo.
13 O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.
Vire rega figi Ou lwen m, pou m kab ri ankò, avan ke m mouri pou m pa la ankò.”
