Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling 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 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Anpil moun pale de nanm mwen, “Nanpwen delivrans pou li nan Bondye.” Tan
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
Men Ou menm, O SENYÈ, se yon pwotèj ki antoure mwen, glwa mwen, ak (Sila) ki fè tèt mwen leve a.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Mwen t ap kriye a SENYÈ a ak vwa mwen; Li te reponn mwen soti nan mòn sen Li an Tan
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Mwen te kouche e dòmi; mwen te leve, paske se SENYÈ a ki ban m fòs.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Mwen p ap pè menm dè milye de moun ki ta pran pozisyon kont mwen de tout kote.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
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 belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Delivrans se nan SENYÈ a. Ke benediksyon Ou toujou poze sou pèp Ou a.
