Psalms 30
1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; of David. I will extol thee, O LORD, for Thou hast raised me up, and hast not suffered mine enemies to rejoice over me.
Kantik pou fèt Benediksyon Tanp lan. Se yon sòm David. M'ap fè lwanj ou, Seyè, paske ou mete m' sou de pye m' ankò, paske ou pa bay lènmi m' yo chans pou yo pase m' nan rizib.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto Thee, and Thou didst heal me;
Seyè, Bondye mwen, mwen rele nan pye ou, epi ou geri mwen.
3 O LORD, Thou broughtest up my soul from the nether-world; Thou didst keep me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Ou rale m' soti nan bouch twou a. Ou ban m' lavi ankò, ou pa kite m' mouri. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye His godly ones, and give thanks to His holy name.
Nou tout ki renmen Seyè a, fè lwanj li! Chonje sa l' te fè. Li pa tankou tout moun. Di l' mèsi.
5 For His anger is but for a moment, His favour is for a life-time; weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Paske, lè li ankòlè, se pou yon ti tan. Men, li ban nou favè l' pou tout tan n'ap viv. Lannwit nou kriye, Kou l' jou, kè nou kontan.
6 Now I had said in my security: 'I shall never be moved.'
Mwen te santi kè m' poze, se sak fè mwen t'ap di: -Anyen p'ap janm rive m'.
7 Thou hadst established, O LORD, in Thy favour my mountain as a stronghold — Thou didst hide Thy face; I was affrighted.
Seyè, ou fè m' favè, ou mete m' chita sou yon mòn byen wo. Men, kou ou vire do ban mwen, kè m' kase.
8 Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, and unto the LORD I made supplication:
Mwen te kriye nan pye ou, Seyè. Mwen te mande ou sekou.
9 'What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise Thee? shall it declare Thy truth?
Si ou kite yo touye m', sa sa ap fè pou ou? Si ou kite m' ale anba tè, sa sa ap rapòte ou? Eske moun mouri ka fè lwanj ou? Eske yo ka mache di jan ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou?
10 Hear, O LORD, and be gracious unto me; LORD, be Thou my helper.'
Koute m' non, Seyè! Gen pitye pou mwen! Seyè, pote m' sekou!
11 Thou didst turn for me my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness;
Ou siye dlo nan je m', ou fè kè m' kontan anpil. Ou wete rad dèy ki te sou mwen an, ou ban m' yon bèl rad mete sou mwen pou m' fè fèt.
12 So that my glory may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent; O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever.
Mwen p'ap rete ak bouch mwen fèmen, m'ap chante lwanj ou. Seyè, se ou menm ki Bondye mwen! Se tout tan tout tan m'ap di ou mèsi.
