Psalms 92
1 A Melody, a Song, For the Sabbath-day. It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, And to sing praises unto thy Name, O Most High;
Sòm sa a se yon chante espesyal pou jou repo a. Sa bon nèt pou nou di Seyè a mèsi, pou nou chante pou ou, Bondye ki anwo nan syèl la.
2 To declare, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, And thy faithfulness at night;
Sa bon nèt pou chak maten nou fè konnen jan ou gen kè sansib, pou chak swa nou fè konnen jan ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou.
3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon a harp, With resounding music on the lyre.
Avèk mizik yo jwe sou enstriman akòd yo, avèk mizik yo jwe sou gita, sa bon nèt pou nou fè lwanj ou.
4 For thou hast made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.
Paske, Seyè, ou fè kè m' kontan ak bèl mèvèy ou yo, m'ap fè fèt lè m' wè tou sa w'ap fè.
5 How great have grown thy works, Yahweh, [How] very deep are laid thy plans!
Ala bèl bagay ou fè yo bèl! Seyè, moun p'ap janm ka fin konprann sa ki nan tèt ou!
6 A man that is brutish, cannot know, And, a dullard, cannot discern this: —
Se bagay moun lespri lou pa ka konnen, bagay moun fou pa ka konprann.
7 When the lawless do thrive like grass, And all the workers of iniquity have blossomed, It is that they may be destroyed for ever.
Mechan yo ap grandi tankou zèb, moun k'ap fè mal yo ap wè zafè yo mache byen, men yon lè yo tout gen pou disparèt nèt.
8 But, thou, shalt be on high age-abidingly, O Yahweh.
Men ou menm, Seyè, ou se Bondye nan syèl la. Ou la pou tout tan.
9 For lo! thine enemies, Yahweh, For lo! thine enemies, shall perish, They shall be scattered—all the workers of iniquity;
Paske, Seyè, lènmi ou yo pral mouri. Wi, ou pral gaye tout moun k'ap fè mal yo.
10 But thou wilt exalt, as [those of] the buffalo, my horn, I have been anointed, with fresh oil.
Ou fè m' gen menm fòs ak towo bèf mawon yo. Ou fè kè m' kontan.
11 So hath mine eye descried them who were lying in wait for me, —Of my wicked assailants, mine ears, shall hear.
Mwen wè ak je m' jan lènmi m' yo pèdi batay la, mwen tande jan moun ki pa vle wè m' yo ap rele.
12 The righteous, like the palm-tree, shall thrive, Like the cedar in Lebanon, shall he grow;
Moun k'ap mache dwat yo pral pouse tankou palmis, y'ap grandi tankou pye sèd nan peyi Liban.
13 They who are planted in the house of Yahweh, In the courts of our God, shall flourish;
Yo tankou pyebwa yo plante nan kay Seyè a, y'ap pouse bèl branch nan tanp Bondye nou an.
14 Still shall they bear fruit in old age, Vigorous and fresh, shall they be:
Yo te mèt granmoun, y'ap donnen, y'ap toujou vèt, y'ap toujou gen fòs.
15 To declare that upright is Yahweh, My Rock, and no perversity in him.
Sa fè nou wè jan Seyè a pa gen patipri. Se li ki tout pwoteksyon mwen. Pa gen lenjistis nan kè li.
