Sòm 3
1 David t'ap kouri pou Absalon, pitit li, lè li ekri sòm sa a. Seyè, ala anpil lènmi m' yo anpil! Ala anpil moun k'ap leve dèyè m' yo anpil!
A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
2 Ala anpil moun k'ap pale sou mwen yo anpil! Y'ap di: Aa! Bondye p'ap delivre l'!
Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
3 Men ou menm, Seyè, w'ap toujou pran defans mwen. W'ap fè m' genyen batay la. Ou p'ap kite m' wont devan lènmi m' yo.
But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
4 Mwen rele Seyè a ak tout fòs mwen. Li rete sou mòn ki apa pou li a, li reponn mwen.
I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
5 Mwen kouche, mwen dòmi, mwen leve anbyen, paske Seyè a ap soutni mwen.
I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
6 Mwen pa pè tout kantite moun sa yo ki sènen m' toupatou.
I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
7 Leve non, Seyè! Sove m' non, Bondye mwen! Ou bay tout lènmi m' yo yon souflèt. Ou kase dan mechan yo.
O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Se ou menm sèl, Seyè, ki ka sove nou. Beni tout pèp ou a.
Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
