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 direktè koral la; selon “Flè Lis Yo.” Yon Sòm a fis a Koré yo. Yon Chanson Fèt Maryaj Kè m debòde avèk yon bèl sijè. Mwen resite vèsè mwen yo pou Wa a. Lang mwen se plim a yon ekriven byen prepare.
2 Thou art fayrer then the children of men: grace is powred in thy lips, because God hath blessed thee for euer.
Ou pi bo pase tout lòt nan fis a lòm yo. Lagras debòde sou lèv ou. Pou sa, Bondye te beni ou jis pou tout tan.
3 Gird thy sword vpon thy thigh, O most mightie, to wit, thy worship and thy glory,
Mete nepe Ou sou kwis ou, O (Sila) Ki Pwisan an, nan bèlte Ou avèk majeste 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.
Nan majeste Ou, Ou va monte nèt an viktwa. Pou koz verite avèk imilite, avèk ladwati, kite men dwat Ou enstwi Ou bagay mèvèy yo.
5 Thine arrowes are sharpe to pearce the heart of the Kings enemies: therefore the people shall fall vnder thee.
Flèch Ou yo filè. Tout nasyon yo tonbe anba Ou, epi flèch Ou yo lantre nan kè lènmi a Wa a.
6 Thy throne, O God, is for euer and euer: the scepter of thy kingdome is a scepter of righteousnesse.
Twòn Ou, O SENYÈ, se pou tout tan e pou tout tan; Baton ladwati a se baton wayal a wayòm Ou an.
7 Thou louest righteousnes, and hatest wickednesse, because God, euen thy God hath anoynted thee with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy fellowes.
Ou te renmen ladwati e te rayi mechanste. Pou sa, Bondye, Bondye pa Ou a, te onksyone Ou avèk lwil lajwa plis ke moun parèy 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 vètman Ou yo santi tankou lami, womaren ak sitwonèl. Soti nan palè livwa yo, lenstriman a kòd yo vin fè 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.
Fi a wa yo vin pami fanm pi onore yo. Sou men dwat Ou, kanpe rèn nan, abiye an lò ki sòti Ophir a.
10 Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine eare: forget also thine owne people and thy fathers house.
Koute byen, O fi, prete atansyon e panche zòrèy ou. Bliye pèp ou a avèk lakay papa ou.
11 So shall the King haue pleasure in thy beautie: for he is thy Lord, and reuerence thou him.
Konsa, wa a va dezire bèlte ou. Akoz li se senyè ou, vin bese ba devan L.
12 And the daughter of Tyrus with the rich of the people shall doe homage before thy face with presents.
Fi Tyr la va vini avèk yon kado. Moun gwo riches pami pèp yo k ap chache favè ou.
13 The Kings daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of broydred golde.
Lamarye a wa a bèl nèt anndan. Vètman li trese antre sòti avèk 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.
Li va mennen kote Wa a nan yon zèv bwodri. Vyèj yo, konpanyen li yo, k ap swiv li va mennen bò kote Ou.
15 With ioy and gladnes shall they be brought, and shall enter into the Kings palace.
Yo va mennen fè parèt avèk kè kontan ak anpil rejwisans. Yo va antre nan palè a wa a.
16 In steade of thy fathers shall thy children be: thou shalt make them princes through all the earth.
Nan plas a papa zansèt ou yo, va gen fis ou yo. Ou va fè yo prens 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 va fè non Ou sonje nan tout jenerasyon yo. Akoz sa, tout pèp yo va bay Ou remèsiman pou tout tan e pou tout tan.
