Psalms 30
1 “A psalm, a song at the dedication of the temple, of David.” I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.
Kantik pou fèt Benediksyon Tanp lan. Se yon sòm David. M'ap fè lwanj ou, Seyè, paske ou mete m' sou de pye m' ankò, paske ou pa bay lènmi m' yo chans pou yo pase m' nan rizib.
2 O Lord my God, I cried loudly unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
Seyè, Bondye mwen, mwen rele nan pye ou, epi ou geri mwen.
3 O Lord, thou hast brought up from the nether world my soul: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Ou rale m' soti nan bouch twou a. Ou ban m' lavi ankò, ou pa kite m' mouri. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial of his holiness.
Nou tout ki renmen Seyè a, fè lwanj li! Chonje sa l' te fè. Li pa tankou tout moun. Di l' mèsi.
5 For his anger is momentary, [but] life is in his favor: in the evening [cometh] weeping to stay for a night, but in the morning, there is joyful song.
Paske, lè li ankòlè, se pou yon ti tan. Men, li ban nou favè l' pou tout tan n'ap viv. Lannwit nou kriye, Kou l' jou, kè nou kontan.
6 And I had said indeed in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Mwen te santi kè m' poze, se sak fè mwen t'ap di: -Anyen p'ap janm rive m'.
7 Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was terrified.
Seyè, ou fè m' favè, ou mete m' chita sou yon mòn byen wo. Men, kou ou vire do ban mwen, kè m' kase.
8 Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will I make supplication.
Mwen te kriye nan pye ou, Seyè. Mwen te mande ou sekou.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the grave? Shall the dust thank thee? shall it announce thy truth?
Si ou kite yo touye m', sa sa ap fè pou ou? Si ou kite m' ale anba tè, sa sa ap rapòte ou? Eske moun mouri ka fè lwanj ou? Eske yo ka mache di jan ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.
Koute m' non, Seyè! Gen pitye pou mwen! Seyè, pote m' sekou!
11 Thou hast changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sack-cloth, and girded me with joy.
Ou siye dlo nan je m', ou fè kè m' kontan anpil. Ou wete rad dèy ki te sou mwen an, ou ban m' yon bèl rad mete sou mwen pou m' fè fèt.
12 To the end that my glorious soul may sing praise to thee, and never be silent. O Lord my God, for ever will I give thanks unto thee.
Mwen p'ap rete ak bouch mwen fèmen, m'ap chante lwanj ou. Seyè, se ou menm ki Bondye mwen! Se tout tan tout tan m'ap di ou mèsi.
