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 direktè koral la; Yon Sòm David Mwen te tann avèk pasyans SENYÈ a. Li te enkline vè mwen e te tande kri mwen.
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 te mennen mwen sòti nan fòs k ap detwi a, sòti deyò gwo ma ajil la. Li te mete pye m sou wòch la e te fè m kanpe byen fèm.
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 te mete yon chanson nèf nan bouch mwen, yon chan lwanj Bondye nou an. Anpil moun va wè, vin gen lakrent e va mete konfyans nan Bondye.
4 How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood.
A la beni se nonm ki mete konfyans li nan SENYÈ a, e ki pa t vire vè moun ògèy yo, ni a (sila) ki vin vire nan sa ki fo 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.
Anpil, O SENYÈ Bondye mwen an, se mèvèy ke Ou te fè yo, ak panse Ou yo anvè nou. Nanpwen ki kab konpare avèk Ou. Si m ta deklare yo e pale sou yo tout, yo ta vin twòp pou m ta kab konte.
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:
Sakrifis avèk ofrann sereyal, Ou pa t dezire yo. Ou te ouvri zòrèy mwen. Ofrann brile avèk ofrann peche yo, Ou pa t mande yo.
7 Then, said I—Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;
Konsa mwen te di: “Gade byen, mwen vini. Nan woulo liv la, li ekri de mwen menm.
8 To do thy good-pleasure, O my God, is my delight, And, thy law, is in the midst of mine inward parts:
Mwen pran plezi nan fè volonte pa Ou, O SENYÈ. Lalwa Ou nan 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:
Mwen te pwoklame bòn nouvèl ladwati yo nan gran asanble a; Gade byen, mwen p ap anpeche lèv mwen; O SENYÈ, Ou konnen.
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 kache ladwati Ou anndan kè m. Mwen te pale selon fidelite Ou, avèk sali Ou. Mwen pa t kache lanmou dous Ou avèk verite Ou devan gran asanble a.
11 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt not restrain thy compassions from me, Thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness, shall continually watch over me.
Ou menm O SENYÈ, p ap refize mwen. Lanmou dous Ou avèk verite Ou va prezève mwen tout tan.
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!
Paske malè ki depase kontwòl yo te antoure mwen. Inikite mwen yo te fin pran m nèt jiskaske mwen pa t kab wè. Yo plis pase cheve sou tèt mwen. Kè m fin fè fayit.
13 Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!
Fè l plezi Ou, O SENYÈ, pou delivre mwen. Fè vit, O SENYÈ, pou ede mwen.
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;
Kite (sila) yo vin wont e imilye ansanm, (sila) ki chache lavi mwen pou detwi li. Kite (sila) yo vire fè bak e dezonore, (sila) ki pran plezi nan fè m mal yo.
15 Let them be astonished on account of their own shame, who are saying of me, Aha! Aha!
Kite (sila) yo etone nèt akoz wont yo, (sila) ki di mwen: “Wayan, wayan!”
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.
Kite tout (sila) ki wè Ou yo rejwi e fè kè kontan nan Ou. Kite tout (sila) ki renmen sali Ou yo pale tout tan: “Ke SENYÈ a kapab leve wo!”
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!
Akoz mwen aflije e nan gwo bezwen, kite SENYÈ a toujou sonje mwen. Se Ou menm ki soutyen mwen ak delivrans mwen. Pa fè reta, O Bondye mwen an.
