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.
“By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, 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 kindness, and my strong-hold; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth 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?
Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
4 Moun tankou lafimen. Lavi yo tankou nwaj k'ap pase.
Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Seyè, bese syèl la, desann. Manyen mòn yo, fè yo fè lafimen.
O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Voye flèch ou yo. Fè lènmi m' yo gaye. Fè yo kouri ak kout zèklè.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
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.
Stretch out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.
8 Bonjou yo pa laverite. Menm lè y'ap sèmante, se manti y'ap fè.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
9 M'ap chante yon kantik tou nèf pou ou, Bondye. M'ap chante, m'ap jwe gita pou ou.
O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Se ou menm ki fè wa yo genyen nan lagè. Se ou ki delivre David, sèvitè ou la.
[Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing 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.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
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.
So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model of a palace.
13 Se pou galata nou yo plen manje tout kalite, se pou mouton ki nan savann nou yo fè anpil anpil pitit.
May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
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.
May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our 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!
Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
