Psalms 30
1 A Psalm. — A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.
Kantik pou fèt Benediksyon Tanp lan. Se yon sòm David. M'ap fè lwanj ou, Seyè, paske ou mete m' sou de pye m' ankò, paske ou pa bay lènmi m' yo chans pou yo pase m' nan rizib.
2 Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.
Seyè, Bondye mwen, mwen rele nan pye ou, epi ou geri mwen.
3 Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Ou rale m' soti nan bouch twou a. Ou ban m' lavi ankò, ou pa kite m' mouri. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,
Nou tout ki renmen Seyè a, fè lwanj li! Chonje sa l' te fè. Li pa tankou tout moun. Di l' mèsi.
5 For — a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.
Paske, lè li ankòlè, se pou yon ti tan. Men, li ban nou favè l' pou tout tan n'ap viv. Lannwit nou kriye, Kou l' jou, kè nou kontan.
6 And I — I have said in mine ease, 'I am not moved — to the age.
Mwen te santi kè m' poze, se sak fè mwen t'ap di: -Anyen p'ap janm rive m'.
7 O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face — I have been troubled.
Seyè, ou fè m' favè, ou mete m' chita sou yon mòn byen wo. Men, kou ou vire do ban mwen, kè m' kase.
8 Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.
Mwen te kriye nan pye ou, Seyè. Mwen te mande ou sekou.
9 'What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
Si ou kite yo touye m', sa sa ap fè pou ou? Si ou kite m' ale anba tè, sa sa ap rapòte ou? Eske moun mouri ka fè lwanj ou? Eske yo ka mache di jan ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou?
10 Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'
Koute m' non, Seyè! Gen pitye pou mwen! Seyè, pote m' sekou!
11 Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.
Ou siye dlo nan je m', ou fè kè m' kontan anpil. Ou wete rad dèy ki te sou mwen an, ou ban m' yon bèl rad mete sou mwen pou m' fè fèt.
12 So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!
Mwen p'ap rete ak bouch mwen fèmen, m'ap chante lwanj ou. Seyè, se ou menm ki Bondye mwen! Se tout tan tout tan m'ap di ou mèsi.
