Psalms 39
1 For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David. I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”
Pou chèf sanba yo. Pou Jedoutoun. Se yon sòm David. Mwen te pwomèt mwen t'ap veye sou pawòl mwen, pou m' pa peche ak lang mwen. M'ap mete yon fren nan bouch mwen toutotan mechan yo va kanpe la devan mwen.
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
Mwen fèmen bouch mwen, mwen pa di yon mo, mwen pa pale menm. Sa pa sèvi m' anyen. Mwen soufri pi rèd.
3 My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burnt. I spoke with my tongue:
Kè m' te sere anpil. Plis mwen kalkile sou sa, se plis sa fatige m'. Mwen pa t' kapab ankò. Mwen mande:
4 “LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
Seyè, fè m' konnen kilè m'ap mouri. Di m' konbe jou ki rete m' pou m' viv ankò, pou m' ka konnen se pase m'ap pase sou tè a.
5 Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” (Selah)
Gade, mwen konte jou ki rete m' pou m' viv yo sou dwèt mwen. Lavi m' tankou anyen devan ou. Wi, tout moun ki vivan, se tankou lafimen yo ye.
6 “Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
Lèzòm ap pwonmennen sou tè a tankou lonbray. Se pou gremesi y'ap bat kò yo. Y'ap anpile richès sou richès, yo pa konnen ki moun k'ap vin jwi yo.
7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
Koulye a, Seyè, sa m'ap tann ankò? Tout espwa m' se sou ou!
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.
Delivre m' anba tout peche m' yo. Pa kite egare yo pase m' nan betiz.
9 I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.
M'ap fèmen bouch mwen, mwen p'ap di yon mo. Paske tou sa se travay ou.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
Tanpri, pa bat mwen ankò, sispann kale m'. Mwen prèt pou m' mouri anba kout fwèt ou yo.
11 When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.” (Selah)
Lè w'ap korije moun ou pini yo pou fòt yo fè, ou detwi tou sa yo pi renmen tankou mit k'ap manje rad. Se vre wi, moun se tankou lafimen yo ye.
12 “Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
Tanpri, Seyè, koute m' lè m'ap lapriyè. Tande jan m'ap rele, pa fèmen kè ou lè m'ap kriye nan pye ou. Mwen tankou tout zansèt mwen yo, se etranje mwen ye, se pase m'ap pase lakay ou.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”
Tanpri, wete je ou sou mwen, pou m' ka pran yon ti souf, anvan m' ale, anvan m' mouri.
