Psalms 144
1 A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
Se yon sòm David. Lwanj pou Bondye! Se li ki pwoteksyon mwen, se li ki moutre m' jan pou m' goumen, se li ki pare m' pou m' al nan batay.
2 He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.
Se sou li mwen konte, se li ki tout defans mwen. Se li ki sèvi m' ranpa, se li ki tout delivrans mwen, Se li ki pwoteksyon mwen, se anba zèl li mwen kache. Se li ki fè pèp li soumèt devan mwen.
3 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
Seyè, kisa moun ye pou w'ap fè tèt ou travay pou yo konsa? Kisa yo ye menm pou ou pran ka yo?
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Moun tankou lafimen. Lavi yo tankou nwaj k'ap pase.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
Seyè, bese syèl la, desann. Manyen mòn yo, fè yo fè lafimen.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
Voye flèch ou yo. Fè lènmi m' yo gaye. Fè yo kouri ak kout zèklè.
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
Rete nan syèl la, lonje men ou pran m'. Rale m' soti nan mitan gwo dlo yo. Delivre m' anba men moun lòt nasyon yo.
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Bonjou yo pa laverite. Menm lè y'ap sèmante, se manti y'ap fè.
9 I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
M'ap chante yon kantik tou nèf pou ou, Bondye. M'ap chante, m'ap jwe gita pou ou.
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
Se ou menm ki fè wa yo genyen nan lagè. Se ou ki delivre David, sèvitè ou la.
11 Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
Delivre m' anba bann mechan sa yo ki soti pou touye m', delivre m' anba men moun lòt nasyon yo. Bonjou yo pa laverite. Menm lè y'ap sèmante, se manti y'ap fè.
12 That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:
Se pou pitit gason nou yo tankou jenn plant k'ap pouse. Se pou pitit fi nou yo tankou bèl poto byen travay ki nan tout kwen tanp lan.
13 That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
Se pou galata nou yo plen manje tout kalite, se pou mouton ki nan savann nou yo fè anpil anpil pitit.
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
Se pou bèf nou yo toujou bay rapò, san yo pa fè avòtman, ni pèt. Se pou lènmi pa anvayi peyi a. Pa kite yo depòte nou. Se pou pa gen okenn rèl nan lari nou yo.
15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
Ala bon sa bon lè sa mache konsa pou pèp la! Ala bon sa bon pou yon pèp ki gen Seyè a pou Bondye li!
