Psalms 144
1 [By David.] Blessed be Jehovah, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
Se yon sòm David. Lwanj pou Bondye! Se li ki pwoteksyon mwen, se li ki moutre m' jan pou m' goumen, se li ki pare m' pou m' al nan batay.
2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues peoples under me.
Se sou li mwen konte, se li ki tout defans mwen. Se li ki sèvi m' ranpa, se li ki tout delivrans mwen, Se li ki pwoteksyon mwen, se anba zèl li mwen kache. Se li ki fè pèp li soumèt devan mwen.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
Seyè, kisa moun ye pou w'ap fè tèt ou travay pou yo konsa? Kisa yo ye menm pou ou pran ka yo?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Moun tankou lafimen. Lavi yo tankou nwaj k'ap pase.
5 Part your heavens, Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Seyè, bese syèl la, desann. Manyen mòn yo, fè yo fè lafimen.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Voye flèch ou yo. Fè lènmi m' yo gaye. Fè yo kouri ak kout zèklè.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
Rete nan syèl la, lonje men ou pran m'. Rale m' soti nan mitan gwo dlo yo. Delivre m' anba men moun lòt nasyon yo.
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Bonjou yo pa laverite. Menm lè y'ap sèmante, se manti y'ap fè.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
M'ap chante yon kantik tou nèf pou ou, Bondye. M'ap chante, m'ap jwe gita pou ou.
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
Se ou menm ki fè wa yo genyen nan lagè. Se ou ki delivre David, sèvitè ou la.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Delivre m' anba bann mechan sa yo ki soti pou touye m', delivre m' anba men moun lòt nasyon yo. Bonjou yo pa laverite. Menm lè y'ap sèmante, se manti y'ap fè.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Se pou pitit gason nou yo tankou jenn plant k'ap pouse. Se pou pitit fi nou yo tankou bèl poto byen travay ki nan tout kwen tanp lan.
13 Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Se pou galata nou yo plen manje tout kalite, se pou mouton ki nan savann nou yo fè anpil anpil pitit.
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
Se pou bèf nou yo toujou bay rapò, san yo pa fè avòtman, ni pèt. Se pou lènmi pa anvayi peyi a. Pa kite yo depòte nou. Se pou pa gen okenn rèl nan lari nou yo.
15 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
Ala bon sa bon lè sa mache konsa pou pèp la! Ala bon sa bon pou yon pèp ki gen Seyè a pou Bondye li!
