Sòm 144
1 Se yon sòm David. Lwanj pou Bondye! Se li ki pwoteksyon mwen, se li ki moutre m' jan pou m' goumen, se li ki pare m' pou m' al nan batay.
A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.
2 Se sou li mwen konte, se li ki tout defans mwen. Se li ki sèvi m' ranpa, se li ki tout delivrans mwen, Se li ki pwoteksyon mwen, se anba zèl li mwen kache. Se li ki fè pèp li soumèt devan mwen.
My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3 Seyè, kisa moun ye pou w'ap fè tèt ou travay pou yo konsa? Kisa yo ye menm pou ou pran ka yo?
O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4 Moun tankou lafimen. Lavi yo tankou nwaj k'ap pase.
Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5 Seyè, bese syèl la, desann. Manyen mòn yo, fè yo fè lafimen.
O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Voye flèch ou yo. Fè lènmi m' yo gaye. Fè yo kouri ak kout zèklè.
Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7 Rete nan syèl la, lonje men ou pran m'. Rale m' soti nan mitan gwo dlo yo. Delivre m' anba men moun lòt nasyon yo.
Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8 Bonjou yo pa laverite. Menm lè y'ap sèmante, se manti y'ap fè.
Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9 M'ap chante yon kantik tou nèf pou ou, Bondye. M'ap chante, m'ap jwe gita pou ou.
To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10 Se ou menm ki fè wa yo genyen nan lagè. Se ou ki delivre David, sèvitè ou la.
He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
11 Delivre m' anba bann mechan sa yo ki soti pou touye m', delivre m' anba men moun lòt nasyon yo. Bonjou yo pa laverite. Menm lè y'ap sèmante, se manti y'ap fè.
Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
12 Se pou pitit gason nou yo tankou jenn plant k'ap pouse. Se pou pitit fi nou yo tankou bèl poto byen travay ki nan tout kwen tanp lan.
Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
13 Se pou galata nou yo plen manje tout kalite, se pou mouton ki nan savann nou yo fè anpil anpil pitit.
Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
14 Se pou bèf nou yo toujou bay rapò, san yo pa fè avòtman, ni pèt. Se pou lènmi pa anvayi peyi a. Pa kite yo depòte nou. Se pou pa gen okenn rèl nan lari nou yo.
Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
15 Ala bon sa bon lè sa mache konsa pou pèp la! Ala bon sa bon pou yon pèp ki gen Seyè a pou Bondye li!
They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
