Psalms 45
1 To him that excelleth on Shoshannim a song of love to give instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. Mine heart will vtter forth a good matter: I wil intreat in my workes of the King: my tongue is as the pen of a swift writer.
Pou chèf sanba yo. Se pou yo chante sou menm lè ak chante ki di: Bèl ti flè savann blan yo. Se yon chante pitit Kore yo. Se yon chan damou. Mwen gen anpil bèl pawòl nan bouch mwen. Mwen pral chante yon chante pou wa a, mwen tankou yon moun ki konn konpoze bèl chante.
2 Thou art fayrer then the children of men: grace is powred in thy lips, because God hath blessed thee for euer.
Pa gen pi bèl gason pase ou sou tout latè. Ou gen bèl pawòl dous nan bouch ou. Se poutèt sa, Bondye ap toujou beni ou.
3 Gird thy sword vpon thy thigh, O most mightie, to wit, thy worship and thy glory,
Ou menm vanyan gason, pase nepe ou nan ren ou, pou moun ka wè jan ou gen pouvwa, pou yo ka gen respè pou ou.
4 And prosper with thy glory: ride vpon the worde of trueth and of meekenes and of righteousnes: so thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.
Moute sou cha ou, al goumen, pou pran defans moun ki kenbe pawòl yo, moun ki gen bon kè, moun ki mache dwat devan ou. Kouraj ou ap fè ou genyen batay la.
5 Thine arrowes are sharpe to pearce the heart of the Kings enemies: therefore the people shall fall vnder thee.
Flèch ou yo pwenti. Moun lòt nasyon yo ap tonbe nan pye ou. Lènmi wa a pèdi tout kouraj yo.
6 Thy throne, O God, is for euer and euer: the scepter of thy kingdome is a scepter of righteousnesse.
Gouvènman ou lan la pou tout tan tout tan. W'ap gouvènen san patipri tankou yon wa nan peyi ou la.
7 Thou louest righteousnes, and hatest wickednesse, because God, euen thy God hath anoynted thee with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy fellowes.
Ou renmen tou sa ki byen, ou rayi tou sa ki mal. Se poutèt sa, Bondye ki Bondye ou l'a chwazi ou. Li fè kè ou kontan nèt ale: Li fè pou ou bagay li pa fè pou lòt zanmi ou yo.
8 All thy garments smelll of myrrhe and aloes, and cassia, when thou commest out of the yuorie palaces, where they haue made thee glad.
Tout rad ou santi bon ak odè flè jasmen, womaren ak sitwonèl. Nan palè ou ki kouvri ak livwa, y'ap fè mizik pou fè kè ou kontan.
9 Kings daugthers were among thine honorable wiues: vpon thy right hand did stand the Queene in a vesture of golde of Ophir.
Pami medam k'ap sèvi lakay ou yo anpil ladan yo se pitit fi wa yo ye. Sou bò dwat ou, larenn lan kanpe byen bèl. Li gen sou li bijou fèt an lò ki soti peyi Ofi.
10 Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine eare: forget also thine owne people and thy fathers house.
Koute, mafi! Gade byen! Tande sa m'ap di ou: -Ou mèt bliye pèp kote ou soti a. Ou mèt bliye moun kay papa ou yo.
11 So shall the King haue pleasure in thy beautie: for he is thy Lord, and reuerence thou him.
Wa a pa manke renmen ou, paske ou bèl. Se li ki mèt ou, se pou ou obeyi l'.
12 And the daughter of Tyrus with the rich of the people shall doe homage before thy face with presents.
Moun peyi Tir ap pote anpil kado ba ou. Moun rich yo ap vin flate ou.
13 The Kings daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of broydred golde.
Pitit fi wa a nan palè a. Ala bèl li bèl! Twal rad ki sou li a fèt ak fil lò.
14 She shalbe brought vnto the King in raiment of needle worke: the virgins that follow after her, and her companions shall be brought vnto thee.
Yo mennen l' bò kote wa a, avèk bèl rad bwode li sou li. Tout fidonè li yo ap mache dèyè l': yo prezante yo ba ou tou.
15 With ioy and gladnes shall they be brought, and shall enter into the Kings palace.
Y'ap vini, yo kontan, y'ap chante, y'ap antre nan palè wa a.
16 In steade of thy fathers shall thy children be: thou shalt make them princes through all the earth.
Monwa, pitit ou yo va chita kote zansèt ou yo te chita a. W'ap mete yo chèf sou tout latè.
17 I will make thy Name to be remembred through all generations: therefore shall the people giue thanks vnto thee world without ende.
Mwen vle chante pou yo pa janm bliye ou, konsa moun lòt peyi yo va fè lwanj ou tout tan tout tan.
