Psalms 65
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
Pou direktè koral la; yon Sòm David. Yon chan. Se lwanj k ap tan Ou, O Bondye nan Sion. Ve yo va fèt anvè Ou.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
O Ou menm ki tande priyè yo, a Ou menm tout moun vini.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Inikite m t ap kanpe kont mwen; men pou transgresyon nou yo, Ou kouvri yo.
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
A la beni se (sila) ke Ou chwazi a e mennen toupre, pou l ka rete nan lakou Ou. Nou va satisfè ak tout bagay ki bon lakay Ou, sen tanp Ou a.
5 By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
Avèk zèv mèvèy e dwat, Ou reponn nou, O Bondye sali nou an. Se Ou menm ki espwa tout pwen latè a, jis rive nan lanmè pi lwen an.
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
Ki etabli mòn yo pa pwisans Ou, Akoz Ou pran zam pwisans Ou.
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
Ou kalme raj vag lanmè yo, Avèk gwo boulvèsman lanm yo.
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
(Sila) ki rete jis nan dènye pwent latè yo kanpe byen etone a mèvèy Ou yo. Ou fè maten avèk aswè kriye ak jwa.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
Ou vizite tè a e fè li gen abondans. Ou anrichi li anpil. Flèv Bondye a plen ak dlo. Ou prepare sereyal yo, paske se konsa ou oganizè l.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Ou wouze tranch li yo an abondans. Ou fè do li vin poze. Ou fè l vin mou ak lapli an abondans; Ou beni kwasans plant li.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
Ou te kouwone ane a avèk bonte Ou. Kabwa yo plen pwodwi rekòlt la.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
Patiraj nan dezè yo gen abondans, Epi kolin yo mare senti yo ak jwa.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
Chan yo abiye menm ak bann mouton. Vale yo fin ranpli ak sereyal. Yo rele fò ak lajwa! Konsa, yo chante.
