Psalms 144
1 [By David.] Blessed be Jehovah, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
Yon Sòm David Beni se SENYÈ a, wòch mwen an, ki enstwi men m pou fè lagè, ak dwèt mwen pou 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.
Lanmou dous mwen e sitadèl mwen an, Fòterès mwen ak liberatè mwen an, Boukliye mwen an nan (sila) mwen kache a, Ki soumèt pèp mwen an anba m.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
O SENYÈ, se kisa lòm nan ye pou Ou panse a li? Oswa fis a lòm nan pou Ou panse a Li?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Lòm se tankou yon sèl souf. Jou li yo se tankou yon lonbraj k ap pase.
5 Part your heavens, Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Bese syèl Ou yo, O SENYÈ e desann. Touche mòn yo pou yo kab fè lafimen.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Fè parèt eklè pou gaye yo. Voye flèch Ou pou mete yo nan konfizyon.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
Lonje men Ou soti anwo. Fè m sekou! Delivre m sòti nan gwo dlo yo, nan men etranje yo ak
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
bouch kap pale manti yo e men dwat a (sila) ki se men dwat a manti yo.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
Mwen va chante yon chan tounèf a Ou menm, O Bondye; Sou ap dis kòd yo, mwen va chante lwanj a Ou menm,
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
Ki konn sove wa yo, ki fè David, sèvitè Li a, chape de nepe lanmò a.
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.
Fè m sekou e delivre m de men a etranje yo, Bouch a (sila) ki pale desepsyon yo, e men dwat a (sila) ki men dwat a manti yo.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Kite fis nou yo nan jenès yo parèt tankou plant ki fin grandi, e fi nou yo tankou pilye taye ki pou ta embeli yon palè wayal.
13 Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Kite depo nou yo toujou plen, nan bay tout kalite pwodwi. Kite twoupo nou yo pwodwi dè milye e dè di milye nan chan nou yo.
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
Kite bèf nou yo ka pote gwo chaj. Pou nou pa gen kase kay, ni kouri kite, e nanpwen moun k ap rele “anmwey” nan lari nou yo.
15 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
A la beni pèp ki ranje konsa beni! A la beni pèp ki gen Bondye pou SENYÈ yo beni.
