Psalms 92
1 A PSALM. A SONG FOR THE SABBATH DAY. [It is] good to give thanks to YHWH, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High,
Sòm sa a se yon chante espesyal pou jou repo a. Sa bon nèt pou nou di Seyè a mèsi, pou nou chante pou ou, Bondye ki anwo nan syèl la.
2 To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your faithfulness in the nights.
Sa bon nèt pou chak maten nou fè konnen jan ou gen kè sansib, pou chak swa nou fè konnen jan ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou.
3 On ten strings and on stringed instrument, On (higgaion) with harp.
Avèk mizik yo jwe sou enstriman akòd yo, avèk mizik yo jwe sou gita, sa bon nèt pou nou fè lwanj ou.
4 For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, I sing concerning the works of Your hands.
Paske, Seyè, ou fè kè m' kontan ak bèl mèvèy ou yo, m'ap fè fèt lè m' wè tou sa w'ap fè.
5 How great Your works have been, O YHWH, Your thoughts have been very deep.
Ala bèl bagay ou fè yo bèl! Seyè, moun p'ap janm ka fin konprann sa ki nan tèt ou!
6 A brutish man does not know, And a fool does not understand this—
Se bagay moun lespri lou pa ka konnen, bagay moun fou pa ka konprann.
7 When the wicked flourish as an herb, And all workers of iniquity blossom—For their being destroyed forever and ever!
Mechan yo ap grandi tankou zèb, moun k'ap fè mal yo ap wè zafè yo mache byen, men yon lè yo tout gen pou disparèt nèt.
8 And You [are] high for all time, O YHWH.
Men ou menm, Seyè, ou se Bondye nan syèl la. Ou la pou tout tan.
9 For behold, Your enemies, O YHWH, For behold, Your enemies perish, All workers of iniquity separate themselves.
Paske, Seyè, lènmi ou yo pral mouri. Wi, ou pral gaye tout moun k'ap fè mal yo.
10 And You exalt my horn as a wild ox, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
Ou fè m' gen menm fòs ak towo bèf mawon yo. Ou fè kè m' kontan.
11 And my eye looks on my enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evildoers, my ears hear.
Mwen wè ak je m' jan lènmi m' yo pèdi batay la, mwen tande jan moun ki pa vle wè m' yo ap rele.
12 The righteous flourish as a palm-tree, He grows as a cedar in Lebanon.
Moun k'ap mache dwat yo pral pouse tankou palmis, y'ap grandi tankou pye sèd nan peyi Liban.
13 Those planted in the house of YHWH, In the courts of our God, flourish.
Yo tankou pyebwa yo plante nan kay Seyè a, y'ap pouse bèl branch nan tanp Bondye nou an.
14 Still they bring forth in old age, They are fat and flourishing,
Yo te mèt granmoun, y'ap donnen, y'ap toujou vèt, y'ap toujou gen fòs.
15 To declare that YHWH my Rock [is] upright, And there is no perverseness in Him!
Sa fè nou wè jan Seyè a pa gen patipri. Se li ki tout pwoteksyon mwen. Pa gen lenjistis nan kè li.
