Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
Yon Sòm a David lè l te sove ale devan Absalom, fis li a O SENYÈ, gade kijan lènmi mwen yo ap miltipliye; Anpil moun leve kont mwen.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Anpil moun pale de nanm mwen, “Nanpwen delivrans pou li nan Bondye.” Tan
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Men Ou menm, O SENYÈ, se yon pwotèj ki antoure mwen, glwa mwen, ak (Sila) ki fè tèt mwen leve a.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Mwen t ap kriye a SENYÈ a ak vwa mwen; Li te reponn mwen soti nan mòn sen Li an Tan
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Mwen te kouche e dòmi; mwen te leve, paske se SENYÈ a ki ban m fòs.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Mwen p ap pè menm dè milye de moun ki ta pran pozisyon kont mwen de tout kote.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Leve, O SENYÈ! Sove mwen, O Bondye mwen! Paske Ou te souflete tout lènmi mwen yo. Ou te kraze dan a mechan yo.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Delivrans se nan SENYÈ a. Ke benediksyon Ou toujou poze sou pèp Ou a.
