Psalms 65
1 To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence — praise, O God, [is] in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.
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 Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.
O Ou menm ki tande priyè yo, a Ou menm tout moun vini.
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions — Thou dost cover them.
Inikite m t ap kanpe kont mwen; men pou transgresyon nou yo, Ou kouvri yo.
4 O the happiness of [him whom] Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy 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 fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.
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 Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,
Ki etabli mòn yo pa pwisans Ou, Akoz Ou pran zam pwisans Ou.
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
Ou kalme raj vag lanmè yo, Avèk gwo boulvèsman lanm yo.
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.
(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 inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God [is] full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost 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 Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.
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 crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.
Ou te kouwone ane a avèk bonte Ou. Kabwa yo plen pwodwi rekòlt la.
12 Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.
Patiraj nan dezè yo gen abondans, Epi kolin yo mare senti yo ak jwa.
13 Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout — yea, they sing!
Chan yo abiye menm ak bann mouton. Vale yo fin ranpli ak sereyal. Yo rele fò ak lajwa! Konsa, yo chante.
