Psalms 62
1 To the Chief Musician. On Jeduthun—A Melody of David. Surely, towards God, silence [becometh] my soul, From him, is my salvation:
Pou direktè koral la; selon Jeduthun; Yon Sòm David Nanm mwen ap poze sèl nan Bondye. Sali m se nan Li.
2 Surely, he, is my rock and my salvation, My high tower—I shall not be greatly shaken!
Se Li sèl ki wòch mwen, sali mwen, ak sitadèl mwen. Menm gwo sò pa p boulvèse m.
3 How long will ye shout at a man? Ye shall be crushed all of you, —Like a wall that bulgeth, —a fence pushed in!
Pou jiskilè, nou va atake yon nonm? Alò, èske nou ta touye li, nou tout, tankou yon miray k ap panche? Tankou yon kloti k ap kraze?
4 Surely, from his elevation, they have taken counsel to thrust him down, They accept falsehood, —With his mouth, they each of them bless, But, inwardly, they revile. (Selah)
Yo plen entansyòn pou pouse li soti nan wo pozisyon li. Yo pran plezi nan tout sa ki fo. Yo beni avèk bouch yo, men anndan yo bay madichon.
5 Surely, towards God, be thou silent, my soul, For, from him, is mine expectation:
Nanm mwen tann an silans sèlman Bondye. Paske espwa mwen se nan Li.
6 Surely, he, is my rock, and my salvation, My high tower—I shall not be shaken!
Li se sèl ki wòch mwen, sali mwen, ak sitadèl mwen. Mwen p ap ebranle menm.
7 Upon God, [depend] my salvation and mine honour, My rock of strength, my refuge, are in God.
Sali mwen an, avèk glwa mwen rete nan Bondye. Wòch fòs mwen an, ak kote pou m kache, se nan Bondye.
8 Trust ye in him all ye assembly of the people, Pour out, before him, your heart, God, is a refuge for us. (Selah)
Mete konfyans nan Li tout tan, O pèp la. Vide kè nou devan Li. Bondye se yon refij pou nou.
9 Surely, vanity, are men of low degree, Deception, men of high degree, —In the balances, they go up, They, are [made] of vanity, altogether.
Moun nan pozisyon ba yo se se sèl yon souf nan van. Moun ki plase wo yo se manti. Nan pèz balans yo, se monte, yap monte. Ansanm menm, yo pi fay ke yon souf.
10 Do not trust in extortion, Nor, with robbery, become vain, As for wealth, when it beareth fruit, Do not set [thereon your] heart.
Pa mete konfyans nan peze kou moun desann. Ni pa mete fo espwa nan vòlè. Si richès nou ogmante, pa mete kè nou sou yo.
11 One thing, hath God spoken, Two things, [there are] which I have heard, That, power, belongeth unto God;
Yon fwa, Bondye te pale. De fwa, mwen gen tan tande sa: Ke pouvwa, se pou Bondye.
12 And, thine, O My Lord, is lovingkindness, —For, thou, wilt pay back unto every man—according to his deed.
Epi anplis, lanmou dous se pou Ou, O Senyè. Paske Ou bay rekonpans a lòm selon zèv li yo.
