Psalms 57
1 `In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
Pou chèf sanba yo. Se pou yo chante sou lè chante ki di: Pa detwi. Se yon chante David te ekri lè li te al kache nan gwòt la pou Sayil ki t'ap kouri dèyè l'. Gen pitye pou mwen, Bondye! -Gen pitye pou mwen! Paske, se bò kote ou m'ap chache pwoteksyon. Se anba zèl ou m'ap kache jouk lè danje a fin pase.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
M'ap kriye nan pye Bondye ki anwo nan syèl la, nan pye Bondye ki fè anpil byen pou mwen an.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
L'ap rete nan syèl la, l'ap delivre m' anba men moun k'ap pèsekite m' yo. Bondye va fè m' wè jan li renmen mwen, jan li toujou kenbe pawòl li.
4 and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
Mwen kouche nan mitan yon bann lyon ki prèt pou devore mwen. Dan yo pwenti tankou flèch, tankou frenn, lang yo tankou yon ponya byen file.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
Bondye, fè wè nan syèl la jan ou gen pouvwa non! Fè wè pouvwa ou sou tout latè!
6 Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
Lènmi m' yo tann yon pèlen sou wout kote pou m' pase a. Kè m' sere anpil. Yo fouye yon twou sou wout mwen. Men, se yo menm ki tonbe ladan li.
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
Bondye, mwen pare, wi, mwen pare. Mwen pral chante, mwen pral fè lwanj ou.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
M'ap souke kò mwen, m'ap leve. M'ap pran gita mwen, m'ap pran bandjo mwen. Mwen pral fè solèy leve!
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
Seyè, m'a fè lwanj ou nan mitan pèp yo! M'a chante pou ou nan mitan tout nasyon yo!
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
Ou renmen nou anpil anpil, ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Bondye, fè wè nan syèl la jan ou gen pouvwa non! Fè wè pouvwa ou sou tout latè!
