Psalms 17
1 The prayer of Dauid. Heare the right, O Lord, consider my crye: hearken vnto my prayer of lips vnfained.
Se yon lapriyè David. Seyè, koute kòz mwen lè m' gen rezon! Pran ka m', lè m'ap rele nan pye ou! Koute m' non, lè m'ap lapriyè ou, paske mwen p'ap bay manti.
2 Let my sentence come forth from thy presence, and let thine eyes beholde equitie.
Se ou menm ki pral fè m' jistis, paske ou wè kote jistis la ye.
3 Thou hast prooued and visited mine heart in the night: thou hast tryed me, and foundest nothing: for I was purposed that my mouth should not offend.
Ou mèt sonde kè m', ou mèt vin wè m' nan mitan lannwit, ou mèt egzaminen m' tout jan, ou p'ap jwenn okenn move lide nan kè m'. Pawòl ki nan bouch mwen, se li ki nan kè m'.
4 Concerning the workes of men, by the wordes of thy lips I kept mee from the paths of the cruell man.
Mwen pa fè tankou lòt yo. Mwen obeyi kòmandman ou yo. Mwen pa fè tankou moun k'ap maltrete frè parèy yo.
5 Stay my steps in thy paths, that my feete doe not slide.
Se nan chemen ou yo mwen toujou mache. Se yo menm mwen swiv nèt ale.
6 I haue called vpon thee: surely thou wilt heare me, O God: incline thine eare to me, and hearken vnto my wordes.
M'ap rele ou, Bondye, paske ou reponn mwen. Tanpri, panche zòrèy ou bò kote m', koute sa m'ap di ou:
7 Shewe thy marueilous mercies, thou that art the Sauiour of them that trust in thee, from such as resist thy right hand.
Fè moun wè jan ou gen bon kè, ou menm ki delivre moun y'ap pèsekite yo, lè yo vin chache pwoteksyon bò kote ou.
8 Keepe me as the apple of the eye: hide me vnder the shadowe of thy wings,
Pwoteje m' tankou grenn je ou. Kache m' anba zèl ou.
9 From the wicked that oppresse mee, from mine enemies, which compasse me round about for my soule.
Wete m' anba men mechan k'ap maltrete m' yo. Lènmi m' yo soti pou yo touye m', yo sènen m' toupatou.
10 They are inclosed in their owne fat, and they haue spoken proudely with their mouth.
Yo san zantray. Yo awogan lè y'ap pale.
11 They haue compassed vs now in our steps: they haue set their eyes to bring downe to the ground:
Kote m' fè, yo fann dèyè m'. Yo fin sènen m' nèt. Y'ap chache okazyon pou yo mete m' atè.
12 Like as a lyon that is greedy of pray, and as it were a lyons whelp lurking in secret places.
Yo tankou lyon, yo pa konn sa yo ta bay pou yo devore m'. Yo tankou jenn ti lyon, yo rete nan kachèt yo, y'ap veye m'.
13 Vp Lord, disappoint him: cast him downe: deliuer my soule from the wicked with thy sworde,
Leve non, Seyè. Mache pran lènmi m' yo. Fese yo atè. Rale nepe ou, delivre m' anba men mechan yo.
14 From men by thine hand, O Lord, from men of the world, who haue their portion in this life, whose bellies thou fillest with thine hid treasure: their children haue ynough, and leaue the rest of their substance for their children.
Sove m' anba moun alekile yo avèk fòs ponyèt ou. Tout byen yo se byen latè. Ou pran nan richès ou yo, ou ba yo tou sa yo bezwen. Pitit yo pa manke anyen. Yo kite rès pou pitit pitit yo.
15 But I will beholde thy face in righteousnes, and when I awake, I shalbe satisfied with thine image.
Men pou mwen menm, m'ap parèt devan ou, paske mwen inonsan. Lè m'a leve, m'ap kontan nèt ale, paske w'ap toujou la avèk mwen.
