Psalms 130

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Lord, I cry out to you from the depths of my pain.

Se yon chante pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Nan mizè mwen ye a, Seyè, m'ap rele nan pye ou.

2 Please listen to my cry, and pay attention to what I'm asking.

Seyè, koute m' non! Panche zòrèy ou pou ou tande jan m'ap lapriyè nan pye ou.

3 Lord, if you kept a list of sins, who could escape being condemned?

Si ou t'ap make tout zak nou fè, Seyè, ki moun ki ta ka leve tèt devan ou?

4 But you are forgiving so that we might respect you.

Men, ou padonnen nou, pou n' ka respekte ou.

5 I'm waiting for the Lord, longingly waiting, for I trust in his word.

Mwen mete tout espwa m' nan Seyè a, mwen mete espwa m' nan sa li di.

6 I long for the Lord to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come.

N'ap tann Seyè a, tankou faksyonnè k'ap tann solèy leve, wi, tankou faksyonnè k'ap tann solèy leve!

7 Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for the Lord loves us with a trustworthy love and his salvation knows no limits.

Nou menm pèp Izrayèl, mete tout espwa nou nan Seyè a, paske li renmen nou anpil. Li toujou pare pou delivre.

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

Se li menm ki va delivre pèp Izrayèl la anba tout mechanste yo fè yo.