Psalms 141
1 A Psalm of David. LORD, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me: give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.
Se yon sòm David. Seyè, m'ap rele ou, prese vin kote m' non! Panche zòrèy ou pou tande lè m'ap rele nan pye ou!
2 Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee; the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
Se pou lapriyè m' moute devan ou tankou lansan y'ap boule pou ou a! Wi, se pou lè m' leve men m' pou m' lapriyè, se tankou ofrann yo fè pou ou chak swa a.
3 Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my tips.
Seyè, mete yon mò nan bouch mwen. Veye pawòl k'ap soti nan bouch mwen!
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to be occupied in deeds of wickedness with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
Pa kite move lide pran tèt mwen. Pa kite m' mete tèt ansanm ak mechan yo nan mechanste yo. Pa kite m' patisipe nan fèt yo!
5 Let the righteous smite me, [it shall be] a kindness; and let him reprove me, [it shall be as] oil upon the head; let not my head refuse it: for even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.
Ou mèt kite yon moun ki mache dwat pini m'. Ou mèt kite yon moun k'ap sèvi ou rale zòrèy mwen. Men, pa kite m' patisipe nan okenn fèt mechan yo. Paske, lè m'ap lapriyè, m'ap toujou denonse sa y'ap fè ki mal.
6 Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock; and they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Se pou yo pran chèf mechan yo, jete yo anba nan falèz. Lè sa a, y'a rekonèt pawòl mwen se verite.
7 As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth. (Sheol h7585)
Tankou lè y'ap fann bwa pou fè l' fè ti moso, se konsa zosman nou yo pral gaye devan bouch twou kote mò yo ye a. (Sheol h7585)
8 For mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee do I put my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Men, Seyè, Bondye, se sou ou m'ap gade. Se bò kote ou m'ap chache pwoteksyon. Tanpri, pa kite m' san sekou!
9 Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Pa kite m' pran nan pèlen yo tann pou mwen, nan pèlen moun k'ap fè mal yo.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
Se pou mechan yo pran nan pèlen y'ap pare pou lòt moun, epi mwen menm, pou m' fè chemen mwen!
