Psalms 39
1 To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.
Pou direktè koral la. Pou Jeduthyèn. Yon Sòm David Mwen te di, mwen va veye chemen mwen, pou m pa fè peche ak lang mwen. Mwen va veye bouch mwen, konsi li gen yon brid ladann toutotan mechan yo rete nan prezans mwen.
2 I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
Mwen te tankou bèbè e mwen te rete an silans. Mwen te evite menm sa ki ta kab bon. Konsa, tristès mwen te vin pi mal.
3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,
Kè m te cho anndan m. Pandan mwen t ap reflechi dife a t ap brile. Konsa, mwen te pale ak lang mwen:
4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
SENYÈ, fè m konnen longè a jou mwen yo. Fè m konnen ke m fèb anpil.
5 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)
Gade byen, Ou te fè jou mwen yo kontwole tankou lajè a men m ki louvri. Lavi mwen konsi li pa anyen devan zye Ou. Anverite, lavi chak moun, se yon sèl grenn souf.
6 Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
Anverite, tout moun mache toupatou tankou yon lonbraj. Anverite, yo fè gwo zen pou ryen. Li ranmase byen yo, men l pa konnen kilès k ap rasanble yo.
7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
Konsa, SENYÈ, kisa m ap tann nan? Espwa m se nan Ou.
8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
Delivre mwen de tout transgresyon mwen yo. Pa fè m repwòch a moun san sajès yo.
9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
Mwen tounen tibebe. Mwen pa ouvri bouch mwen, akoz se Ou ki te fè sa.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
Rete touman Ou sou mwen. Kou men Ou venk mwen. M ap peri.
11 When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (Selah)
Avèk repwòch, Ou fè chatiman a yon nonm pou inikite li. Ou manje tankou mit nan rad sa ki konsidere pi chè pou li menm nan. Anverite, tout moun se sèlman yon souf.
12 Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
Tande lapriyè mwen, O SENYÈ e prete zòrèy Ou a kri mwen. Pa rete an silans lè dlo ap koule nan zye m. Paske mwen se yon etranje devan Ou, yon vwayajè tankou tout papa zansèt mwen yo.
13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
Vire rega figi Ou lwen m, pou m kab ri ankò, avan ke m mouri pou m pa la ankò.”
