Psalms 144
1 Blessed be Yhwh my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
Yon Sòm David Beni se SENYÈ a, wòch mwen an, ki enstwi men m pou fè lagè, ak dwèt mwen pou batay.
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
Lanmou dous mwen e sitadèl mwen an, Fòterès mwen ak liberatè mwen an, Boukliye mwen an nan (sila) mwen kache a, Ki soumèt pèp mwen an anba m.
3 Yhwh, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
O SENYÈ, se kisa lòm nan ye pou Ou panse a li? Oswa fis a lòm nan pou Ou panse a Li?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Lòm se tankou yon sèl souf. Jou li yo se tankou yon lonbraj k ap pase.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Yhwh, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Bese syèl Ou yo, O SENYÈ e desann. Touche mòn yo pou yo kab fè lafimen.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
Fè parèt eklè pou gaye yo. Voye flèch Ou pou mete yo nan konfizyon.
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Lonje men Ou soti anwo. Fè m sekou! Delivre m sòti nan gwo dlo yo, nan men etranje yo ak
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
bouch kap pale manti yo e men dwat a (sila) ki se men dwat a manti yo.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
Mwen va chante yon chan tounèf a Ou menm, O Bondye; Sou ap dis kòd yo, mwen va chante lwanj a Ou menm,
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
Ki konn sove wa yo, ki fè David, sèvitè Li a, chape de nepe lanmò a.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
Fè m sekou e delivre m de men a etranje yo, Bouch a (sila) ki pale desepsyon yo, e men dwat a (sila) ki men dwat a manti yo.
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
Kite fis nou yo nan jenès yo parèt tankou plant ki fin grandi, e fi nou yo tankou pilye taye ki pou ta embeli yon palè wayal.
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
Kite depo nou yo toujou plen, nan bay tout kalite pwodwi. Kite twoupo nou yo pwodwi dè milye e dè di milye nan chan nou yo.
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
Kite bèf nou yo ka pote gwo chaj. Pou nou pa gen kase kay, ni kouri kite, e nanpwen moun k ap rele “anmwey” nan lari nou yo.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is Yhwh.
A la beni pèp ki ranje konsa beni! A la beni pèp ki gen Bondye pou SENYÈ yo beni.
