Psalms 65
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. A SONG. To You, silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, And to You a vow is completed.
Pou direktè koral la; yon Sòm David. Yon chan. Se lwanj k ap tan Ou, O Bondye nan Sion. Ve yo va fèt anvè Ou.
2 Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.
O Ou menm ki tande priyè yo, a Ou menm tout moun vini.
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—You cover them.
Inikite m t ap kanpe kont mwen; men pou transgresyon nou yo, Ou kouvri yo.
4 O the blessedness of [him whom] You choose, And draw near, he inhabits Your courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Your holy temple.
A la beni se (sila) ke Ou chwazi a e mennen toupre, pou l ka rete nan lakou Ou. Nou va satisfè ak tout bagay ki bon lakay Ou, sen tanp Ou a.
5 By fearful things in righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off The ends of the earth and sea.
Avèk zèv mèvèy e dwat, Ou reponn nou, O Bondye sali nou an. Se Ou menm ki espwa tout pwen latè a, jis rive nan lanmè pi lwen an.
6 Establishing mountains by His power, He has been girded with might,
Ki etabli mòn yo pa pwisans Ou, Akoz Ou pran zam pwisans Ou.
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
Ou kalme raj vag lanmè yo, Avèk gwo boulvèsman lanm yo.
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts Are afraid from Your signs, You cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing.
(Sila) ki rete jis nan dènye pwent latè yo kanpe byen etone a mèvèy Ou yo. Ou fè maten avèk aswè kriye ak jwa.
9 You have inspected the earth, and water it, You make it very rich, the stream of God [is] full of water, You prepare their grain, When thus You prepare it,
Ou vizite tè a e fè li gen abondans. Ou anrichi li anpil. Flèv Bondye a plen ak dlo. Ou prepare sereyal yo, paske se konsa ou oganizè l.
10 Its ridges have been filled, Its furrow has been deepened, You soften it with showers, Its springing up You bless.
Ou wouze tranch li yo an abondans. Ou fè do li vin poze. Ou fè l vin mou ak lapli an abondans; Ou beni kwasans plant li.
11 You have crowned the year of Your goodness, And Your paths drop fatness.
Ou te kouwone ane a avèk bonte Ou. Kabwa yo plen pwodwi rekòlt la.
12 The pastures of a wilderness drop, And You gird the hills with joy.
Patiraj nan dezè yo gen abondans, Epi kolin yo mare senti yo ak jwa.
13 The meadows are clothed with the flock, And valleys are covered with grain, They shout—indeed, they sing!
Chan yo abiye menm ak bann mouton. Vale yo fin ranpli ak sereyal. Yo rele fò ak lajwa! Konsa, yo chante.
