Psalms 40
1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. A Melody. I waited patiently for Yahweh, —And he inclined, unto me, and heard my cry for help;
Pou chèf sanba yo. Se yon sòm David. Mwen te mete tout espwa m' nan Seyè a. Li te panche zòrèy li bò kote m', li te tande m' lè m' t'ap rele.
2 So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, —And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:
Li rale m' soti nan twou kote m' t'ap peri a, nan gwo ma labou a. Li mete m' sou gwo wòch la, li fè m' kanpe dwat ankò.
3 Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God, —Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh.
Li mete yon chante tou nèf nan bouch mwen, yon chante pou m' fè lwanj Bondye nou an. Anpil moun, lè yo wè sa, yo pral pè, y'a mete konfyans yo nan Seyè a.
4 How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood.
Ala bon sa bon pou moun ki mete konfyans yo nan Seyè a, pou moun ki p'ap swiv ni moun k'ap fè awogans yo ni moun k'ap bay manti yo!
5 Mighty things, hast thou done—Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes towards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee—I would tell, and would speak!—They are too great to rehearse.
Seyè, Bondye mwen, ou te fè anpil bèl mèvèy pou nou, ou te fè anpil lide pou nou. Pa gen tankou ou, Seyè! Mwen ta renmen fè moun konnen yo, mwen ta renmen pale sou yo. Men, yo sitèlman anpil, mwen pa ka rakonte yo.
6 Sacrifice and meal-offering, thou didst not delight in, Ears, didst thou pierce for me, —Ascending-sacrifice and sin-bearer, thou didst not ask:
Ou pa bezwen yo fè okenn ofrann bèt pou boule pou ou, ni pou yo fè ou kado anyen. Men, ou louvri zòrèy mwen yo. Ou pa mande pou yo boule okenn vyann bèt pou ou, ni pou yo touye bèt pou wete peche.
7 Then, said I—Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;
Lè sa a mwen di: -Men mwen, mwen vini, jan sa ekri sou mwen nan liv la.
8 To do thy good-pleasure, O my God, is my delight, And, thy law, is in the midst of mine inward parts:
Bondye mwen, mwen pran plezi m' nan fè sa ou vle m' fè. Wi, mwen kenbe lalwa ou nan fon kè m'
9 I have told the good-tidings of righteousness in a great convocation, Lo! my lips, do I not restrain, O Yahweh, thou, knowest:
Seyè, lè tout pèp Bondye a te reyini, mwen te fè yo konnen jan ou fè nou gras. Wi, ou konn sa, mwen p'ap rete ak bouch mwen fèmen.
10 Thy righteousness, have I not hid in the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and thy salvation, have I spoken, I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness from the great convocation.
Mwen pa t' manke pa di jan ou fè nou gras, jan ou bay moun sekou. Nan mitan tout pèp Bondye a, lè yo reyini, mwen pa t' manke pa di jan ou renmen nou, jan ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou.
11 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt not restrain thy compassions from me, Thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness, shall continually watch over me.
Seyè, ou pa janm sispann gen pitye pou mwen. W'ap toujou pwoteje m', paske ou renmen m'. Ou p'ap janm lage m'.
12 For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!
Kote m' vire, malè tonbe sou mwen. Mwen pa ka konte yo. Peche m' yo twòp pou mwen. Mwen pa k'ap sipòte yo. Yo pi plis pase cheve nan tèt mwen. Mwen pèdi tout kouraj mwen.
13 Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!
Seyè, tanpri, delivre m' non! Prese vin pote m' sekou, Seyè.
14 Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;
Moun k'ap chache touye m' yo, se pou yo tout wont, se pou yo pa ka leve tèt yo. Moun ki anvi wè malè rive mwen, se pou yo renka kò yo, se pou yo wont.
15 Let them be astonished on account of their own shame, who are saying of me, Aha! Aha!
Moun k'ap lonje dwèt sou mwen yo, se pou sezisman pran yo tèlman yo wont.
16 Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, who are seekers of thee. Let them say continually—Yahweh be magnified! who are lovers of thy salvation.
Men, tout moun ki vin jwenn ou, se pou yo kontan, se pou yo fè fèt. Tout moun ki renmen jan ou delivre yo a, se tout tan pou yo di: -Seyè a gen gwo pouvwa!
17 But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, —My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!
Pou mwen menm, se yon pòv malere san sekou mwen ye. Men ou menm ki mèt mwen, pa bliye m'. Se ou ki tout sekou mwen, se ou ki tout delivrans mwen. Bondye mwen, pa mize!
