Psalms 39

1 For the Leader, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said: 'I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue; I will keep a curb upon my mouth, while the wicked is before me.'

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 dumb with silence; I held my peace, had no comfort; and my pain was held in check.

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 My heart waxed hot within me; while I was musing, the fire kindled; then spoke I with my tongue:

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, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; let me know how short-lived I am.

SENYÈ, fè m konnen longè a jou mwen yo. Fè m konnen ke m fèb anpil.

5 Behold, Thou hast made my days as hand-breadths; and mine age is as nothing before Thee; surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. (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 Surely man walketh as a mere semblance; surely for vanity they are in turmoil; he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not 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? My hope, it is in Thee.

Konsa, SENYÈ, kisa m ap tann nan? Espwa m se nan Ou.

8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the reproach of the base.

Delivre mwen de tout transgresyon mwen yo. Pa fè m repwòch a moun san sajès yo.

9 I am dumb, I open not my mouth; because Thou hast done it.

Mwen tounen tibebe. Mwen pa ouvri bouch mwen, akoz se Ou ki te fè sa.

10 Remove Thy stroke from off me; I am consumed by the blow of Thy hand.

Rete touman Ou sou mwen. Kou men Ou venk mwen. M ap peri.

11 With rebukes dost Thou chasten man for iniquity, and like a moth Thou makest his beauty to consume away; surely every man is vanity. (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 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; keep not silence at my tears; for I am a stranger with Thee, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

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 Look away from me, that I may take comfort, before I go hence, and be no more.'

Vire rega figi Ou lwen m, pou m kab ri ankò, avan ke m mouri pou m pa la ankò.”