Sòm 8

1 Pou chèf sanba yo. Se sou lè chante yo chante lè y'ap kraze rezen. Se yon sòm David. Seyè, Mèt nou, se toupatou sou latè yo rekonèt jan ou gen pouvwa! Pouvwa ou moute pi wo pase syèl la!

To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." A Melody of David. O Yahweh, our Lord! How majestic is thy Name, in all the earth, Who hast set thy splendour upon the heavens.

2 Ou fè timoun piti ak tibebe nan tete chante jan ou gen fòs, pou ou koresponn ak moun ki pa vle wè ou yo, pou ou fèmen bouch lènmi ou yo ak moun k'ap kenbe tèt avè ou yo.

Out of the mouth of children and sucklings, hast thou laid a foundation of strength, —because of thine adversaries, to make foe and avenger be still.

3 Lè m'ap gade syèl ou fè ak men ou lan, lalin ak zetwal ou mete ladan li,

When I view thy heavens, the work, of thy fingers, moon and stars, which thou hast established,

4 m'ap mande: -Kisa lèzòm ye pou ou chonje yo konsa? Kisa yo ye menm pou ou pran ka yo konsa?

What was weak man, that thou shouldst make mention of him? or the son of the earthborn, that thou shouldst set him in charge?

5 Ou fè yo yon ti kras pi piti pase ou, Bondye. Tankou yon kouwòn sou tèt yo, ou ba yo pouvwa ak respè.

That thou shouldst make him little less than messengers of God, with glory and honour, shouldst crown him?

6 Ou mete yo pou yo donminen sou tou sa ou fè, ou mete tout bagay anba pye yo:

Shouldst give him dominion over the works of thy hands, —All things, shouldst have put under his feet:

7 Bèf kou kabrit, ansanm ak tout bèt nan bwa yo,

Sheep and oxen, all of them, —yea even the beasts of the field;

8 zwazo nan syèl, pwason nan dlo, ansanm ak tout lòt bèt k'ap viv nan lanmè.

The bird of the heavens, and the fishes of the sea, — the passer-by on the paths of the seas?

9 Seyè, Mèt nou, se toupatou sou latè yo rekonèt jan ou gen pouvwa!

O Yahweh, our Lord! How majestic is thy Name, in all the earth.