Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Praise the Lord—he is my rock. He trains me for battle, he gives me skill for war.
Yon Sòm David Beni se SENYÈ a, wòch mwen an, ki enstwi men m pou fè lagè, ak dwèt mwen pou batay.
2 He is the one who faithfully loves me, protects me, and defends me. He is the one who rescues me, shields me from danger, and keeps me safe. He defeats nations and places them under my rule.
Lanmou dous mwen e sitadèl mwen an, Fòterès mwen ak liberatè mwen an, Boukliye mwen an nan (sila) mwen kache a, Ki soumèt pèp mwen an anba m.
3 Lord, what are human beings that you should care about them? What are people that you should concern yourself with them?
O SENYÈ, se kisa lòm nan ye pou Ou panse a li? Oswa fis a lòm nan pou Ou panse a Li?
4 Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
Lòm se tankou yon sèl souf. Jou li yo se tankou yon lonbraj k ap pase.
5 Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
Bese syèl Ou yo, O SENYÈ e desann. Touche mòn yo pou yo kab fè lafimen.
6 Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!
Fè parèt eklè pou gaye yo. Voye flèch Ou pou mete yo nan konfizyon.
7 Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.
Lonje men Ou soti anwo. Fè m sekou! Delivre m sòti nan gwo dlo yo, nan men etranje yo ak
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
bouch kap pale manti yo e men dwat a (sila) ki se men dwat a manti yo.
9 God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,
Mwen va chante yon chan tounèf a Ou menm, O Bondye; Sou ap dis kòd yo, mwen va chante lwanj a Ou menm,
10 to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the sword.
Ki konn sove wa yo, ki fè David, sèvitè Li a, chape de nepe lanmò a.
11 Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Fè m sekou e delivre m de men a etranje yo, Bouch a (sila) ki pale desepsyon yo, e men dwat a (sila) ki men dwat a manti yo.
12 Then our sons will grow up like plants in their youth and become mature, and our daughters will be like beautiful pillars carved to support a palace.
Kite fis nou yo nan jenès yo parèt tankou plant ki fin grandi, e fi nou yo tankou pilye taye ki pou ta embeli yon palè wayal.
13 Our storehouses will be full of all kinds of crops; our flocks of sheep will grow by thousands, increasing by tens of thousands in the pastures.
Kite depo nou yo toujou plen, nan bay tout kalite pwodwi. Kite twoupo nou yo pwodwi dè milye e dè di milye nan chan nou yo.
14 Our cattle will grow fat. No one will break down our city walls, there will be no exile, no cries of mourning in our town squares.
Kite bèf nou yo ka pote gwo chaj. Pou nou pa gen kase kay, ni kouri kite, e nanpwen moun k ap rele “anmwey” nan lari nou yo.
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
A la beni pèp ki ranje konsa beni! A la beni pèp ki gen Bondye pou SENYÈ yo beni.
