< Psalms 17 >

1 A PRAYER OF DAVID. Hear, O YHWH, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear [to] my prayer, without lips of deceit.
Se yon lapriyè David. Seyè, koute kòz mwen lè m' gen rezon! Pran ka m', lè m'ap rele nan pye ou! Koute m' non, lè m'ap lapriyè ou, paske mwen p'ap bay manti.
2 My judgment goes out from before You; Your eyes see uprightly.
Se ou menm ki pral fè m' jistis, paske ou wè kote jistis la ye.
3 You have proved my heart, You have inspected by night, You have tried me, You find nothing; My thoughts do not pass over my mouth.
Ou mèt sonde kè m', ou mèt vin wè m' nan mitan lannwit, ou mèt egzaminen m' tout jan, ou p'ap jwenn okenn move lide nan kè m'. Pawòl ki nan bouch mwen, se li ki nan kè m'.
4 As for doings of man, Through a word of Your lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;
Mwen pa fè tankou lòt yo. Mwen obeyi kòmandman ou yo. Mwen pa fè tankou moun k'ap maltrete frè parèy yo.
5 To uphold my goings in Your paths, My steps have not slipped.
Se nan chemen ou yo mwen toujou mache. Se yo menm mwen swiv nèt ale.
6 I called You, for You answer me, O God, incline Your ear to me, hear my speech.
M'ap rele ou, Bondye, paske ou reponn mwen. Tanpri, panche zòrèy ou bò kote m', koute sa m'ap di ou:
7 Separate Your kindness wonderfully, O Savior of the confiding, By Your right hand, from withstanders.
Fè moun wè jan ou gen bon kè, ou menm ki delivre moun y'ap pèsekite yo, lè yo vin chache pwoteksyon bò kote ou.
8 Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; Hide me in the shadow of Your wings,
Pwoteje m' tankou grenn je ou. Kache m' anba zèl ou.
9 From the face of the wicked who spoiled me, [From] my enemies in soul who go around against me.
Wete m' anba men mechan k'ap maltrete m' yo. Lènmi m' yo soti pou yo touye m', yo sènen m' toupatou.
10 They have closed up their fat, Their mouths have spoken with pride:
Yo san zantray. Yo awogan lè y'ap pale.
11 “Our steps have now surrounded [him]”; They set their eyes to turn aside in the land.
Kote m' fè, yo fann dèyè m'. Yo fin sènen m' nèt. Y'ap chache okazyon pou yo mete m' atè.
12 His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
Yo tankou lyon, yo pa konn sa yo ta bay pou yo devore m'. Yo tankou jenn ti lyon, yo rete nan kachèt yo, y'ap veye m'.
13 Arise, O YHWH, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Your sword,
Leve non, Seyè. Mache pran lènmi m' yo. Fese yo atè. Rale nepe ou, delivre m' anba men mechan yo.
14 From men, Your hand, O YHWH, From men of the world, their portion [is] in life, And [with] Your hidden things You fill their belly, They are satisfied [with] sons, And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
Sove m' anba moun alekile yo avèk fòs ponyèt ou. Tout byen yo se byen latè. Ou pran nan richès ou yo, ou ba yo tou sa yo bezwen. Pitit yo pa manke anyen. Yo kite rès pou pitit pitit yo.
15 I—in righteousness, I see Your face; I am satisfied, in awaking, [with] Your form!
Men pou mwen menm, m'ap parèt devan ou, paske mwen inonsan. Lè m'a leve, m'ap kontan nèt ale, paske w'ap toujou la avèk mwen.

< Psalms 17 >