< Sòm 59 >

1 Pou chèf sanba yo. Se pou yo chante l' sou menm lè ak chante ki di: Pa detwi. Se yon chante David te ekri lè Sayil te voye moun veye kay li pou touye l'. Delivre m' anba lènmi m' yo, Bondye mwen! Pwoteje m' pou moun k'ap leve dèyè m' yo pa jwenn mwen!
To the Chief Musician. "Do not Destroy." A precious Psalm of David. When Saul sent, and they watched the house, to kill him. Rescue me from my foes, O my God, From them who lift themselves up against me, wilt thou set me on high:
2 Delivre m' anba malveyan yo! Sove m' anba ansasen sa yo!
Rescue me, from the workers of iniquity, And, from the men of bloodshed, save me.
3 Yo mete anbiskad pou yo touye m'. Yon bann ansasen ap fè konplo sou do mwen, san m' pa fè anyen ki mal, san m' pa fè okenn fòt, Seyè.
For lo! they have lain in wait for my life, Mighty ones stir up strife against me, Without transgression of mine, and without sin of mine, O Yahweh;
4 Malgre mwen inonsan, y'ap kouri, y'ap pare tann mwen! Leve non! vin bò kote mwen! Gade yo!
For no iniquity, do they run that they may take their stand, Rouse thyself to meet me, and see.
5 Ou menm, Seyè, Bondye, ou menm ki chèf lame zanj yo, ou menm ki Bondye pèp Izrayèl la, leve non! vin pini moun lòt nasyon yo! Se pou ou san pitye pou bann mechan sa yo k'ap trayi ou!
Thou, therefore, O Yahweh, God of hosts, God of Israel, Awake, to visit all the nations, Do not show favour to any iniquitous traitors. (Selah)
6 Chak swa, yo tounen. Yo mache nan tout lavil la, y'ap jape tankou chen.
They return at evening, They grow like a dog, And go round the city.
7 Tande sa y'ap di! Tande jan y'ap pale! Lang nan bouch yo, ou ta di se yon ponya! Y'ap di: Pa gen moun k'ap tande nou!
Lo! they belch forth with their mouth, Swords, are in their lips, For [say they], Who doth hear?
8 Men ou menm, Seyè, ou pase yo nan rizib! Ou pase tout nasyon yo nan jwèt.
Thou, therefore, O Yahweh, wilt laugh at them, Thou wilt mock at all nations.
9 Se ou ki tout defans mwen, se sou ou mwen konte. Bondye, se bò kote ou mwen jwenn pwoteksyon.
O my Strength, unto thee, will I make melody, For, God, is my high tower.
10 Bondye mwen, w'ap vin kanpe bò kote m', paske ou renmen m'. W'ap fè m' wè jan moun k'ap pèsekite m' yo ap fini mal.
My God of lovingkindness, will come to meet me, God, will let me look on mine adversaries.
11 Pa touye yo pou moun pa m' yo ka chonje! Avèk pouvwa ou, fè yo pa konn sa y'ap fè, fè yo tonbe. Seyè, se ou menm ki tout pwoteksyon mwen.
Do not slay them, lest my people forget, Cause them to wander by thy strength, and prostrate them, [Thou] our shield, O Lord!
12 Chak pawòl ki soti nan bouch yo se yon peche. Se pwòp lògèy yo k'ap fini ak yo. Se madichon ak manti ase k'ap soti nan bouch yo.
The sin of their mouth, The word of their lips, Let them then be captured in their pride, Both for the oath and for the deception they record.
13 Lè ou an kòlè, fini ak yo. Fini ak yo nèt, fè yo disparèt. Fè tout moun konnen se Bondye k'ap gouvènen nan peyi Jakòb la. Se li k'ap gouvènen toupatou sou latè.
Bring to a full end in wrath, Bring to a full end, that they be no more, —That men may know that, God, is ruling in Jacob, Unto the ends of the earth. (Selah)
14 Chak swa, yo tounen. Y'ap jape tankou chen, y'ap mache nan tout lavil la.
Let them return, then, at evening, Let them growl like a dog, And go round the city.
15 Y'ap moute desann, y'ap chache manje. Y'ap plenn paske yo pa jwenn ase pou plen vant yo.
They, may prowl about for food, —And, if they are not satisfied, then let them whine!
16 Men mwen menm, m'ap chante pou m' di jan ou gen pouvwa. Chak maten m'a fè lwanj ou pou m' di jan ou pa janm sispann renmen nou. Paske, se ou ki tout defans mwen, se bò kote ou mwen te jwenn pwoteksyon lè m' te anba tray.
But, I, will sing thy power, And will shout aloud, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, —For thou has become a refuge for me, And a place to flee to in the day of my distress.
17 Wi, m'ap fè lwanj ou, ou menm ki tout defans mwen. Se bò kot Bondye mwen jwenn pwoteksyon, bò kot Bondye ki renmen m' lan.
O my Strength, unto thee, will I make melody, For, God, is my high tower, my God of lovingkindness.

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