Psalms 36
1 For the Leader. A Psalm of David the servant of the LORD. Transgression speaketh to the wicked, methinks — there is no fear of God before his eyes.
Pou chèf sanba yo. Se yon sòm David, sèvitè Seyè a. Peche a pale nan fon kè mechan an: li mete nan tèt li pa gen rezon pou gen krentif Bondye.
2 For it flattereth him in his eyes, until his iniquity be found, and he be hated.
Li kwè li pi bon pase sa l' ye a: konsa, li pa vle rekonèt peche l' yo.
3 The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit; he hath left off to be wise, to do good.
Tout pawòl nan bouch li se move pawòl, se manti ase l'ap bay. Li fin pèdi tèt li, li pa ka fè anyen ki byen anko.
4 He deviseth iniquity upon his bed; he setteth himself in a way that is not good; he abhorreth not evil.
Li kouche sou kabann li, l'ap fè move plan. Li sou yon move pant, li dakò ak tou sa ki mal.
5 Thy lovingkindness, O LORD, is in the heavens; Thy faithfulness reacheth unto the skies.
Seyè, ou renmen nou anpil anpil. Ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou.
6 Thy righteousness is like the mighty mountains; Thy judgments are like the great deep; man and beast Thou preservest, O LORD.
Jistis ou kanpe fèm tankou gwo mòn ou yo. Jijman ou yo se bagay moun pa ka fin konprann. Seyè, se ou menm ki pran swen moun ansanm ak tout bèt yo.
7 How precious is Thy lovingkindness, O God! and the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Thy wings.
Bondye, ala bon sa bon, renmen ou gen pou nou an! Se anba zèl ou lèzòm jwenn pwoteksyon.
8 They are abundantly satisfied with the fatness of Thy house; and Thou makest them drink of the river of Thy pleasures.
Yo manje vant plen ak manje yo jwenn an kantite lakay ou. Bon bagay ou yo tankou yon rivyè dlo k'ap koule kote yo bwè kont kò yo.
9 For with Thee is the fountain of life; in Thy light do we see light.
Paske, se ou menm ki sous lavi a. Se limyè ou ki fè nou wè klè!
10 O continue Thy lovingkindness unto them that know Thee; and Thy righteousness to the upright in heart.
Toujou renmen moun ki konnen ou! Toujou fè byen pou moun ki san repwòch devan ou!
11 Let not the foot of pride overtake me, and let not the hand of the wicked drive me away.
Pa kite awogan yo mete pye sou kou m'. Pa kite mechan yo fè m' kouri.
12 There are the workers of iniquity fallen; they are thrust down, and are not able to rise.
Gade jan moun k'ap fè mal yo tonbe non! Yo rete atè a, yo pa ka kanpe sou pye yo ankò!
