Psalms 141
1 YHWH, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
Se yon sòm David. Seyè, m'ap rele ou, prese vin kote m' non! Panche zòrèy ou pou tande lè m'ap rele nan pye ou!
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
Se pou lapriyè m' moute devan ou tankou lansan y'ap boule pou ou a! Wi, se pou lè m' leve men m' pou m' lapriyè, se tankou ofrann yo fè pou ou chak swa a.
3 Set a watch, O YHWH, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Seyè, mete yon mò nan bouch mwen. Veye pawòl k'ap soti nan bouch mwen!
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
Pa kite move lide pran tèt mwen. Pa kite m' mete tèt ansanm ak mechan yo nan mechanste yo. Pa kite m' patisipe nan fèt yo!
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
Ou mèt kite yon moun ki mache dwat pini m'. Ou mèt kite yon moun k'ap sèvi ou rale zòrèy mwen. Men, pa kite m' patisipe nan okenn fèt mechan yo. Paske, lè m'ap lapriyè, m'ap toujou denonse sa y'ap fè ki mal.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Se pou yo pran chèf mechan yo, jete yo anba nan falèz. Lè sa a, y'a rekonèt pawòl mwen se verite.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth. (Sheol h7585)
Tankou lè y'ap fann bwa pou fè l' fè ti moso, se konsa zosman nou yo pral gaye devan bouch twou kote mò yo ye a. (Sheol h7585)
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O Elohim YHWH: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Men, Seyè, Bondye, se sou ou m'ap gade. Se bò kote ou m'ap chache pwoteksyon. Tanpri, pa kite m' san sekou!
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Pa kite m' pran nan pèlen yo tann pou mwen, nan pèlen moun k'ap fè mal yo.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
Se pou mechan yo pran nan pèlen y'ap pare pou lòt moun, epi mwen menm, pou m' fè chemen mwen!
