Sòm 92
1 Sòm sa a se yon chante espesyal pou jou repo a. Sa bon nèt pou nou di Seyè a mèsi, pou nou chante pou ou, Bondye ki anwo nan syèl la.
A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,
2 Sa bon nèt pou chak maten nou fè konnen jan ou gen kè sansib, pou chak swa nou fè konnen jan ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou.
To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
3 Avèk mizik yo jwe sou enstriman akòd yo, avèk mizik yo jwe sou gita, sa bon nèt pou nou fè lwanj ou.
On ten strings and on psaltery, On (higgaion) with harp.
4 Paske, Seyè, ou fè kè m' kontan ak bèl mèvèy ou yo, m'ap fè fèt lè m' wè tou sa w'ap fè.
For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
5 Ala bèl bagay ou fè yo bèl! Seyè, moun p'ap janm ka fin konprann sa ki nan tèt ou!
How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
6 Se bagay moun lespri lou pa ka konnen, bagay moun fou pa ka konprann.
A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —
7 Mechan yo ap grandi tankou zèb, moun k'ap fè mal yo ap wè zafè yo mache byen, men yon lè yo tout gen pou disparèt nèt.
When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
8 Men ou menm, Seyè, ou se Bondye nan syèl la. Ou la pou tout tan.
And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.
9 Paske, Seyè, lènmi ou yo pral mouri. Wi, ou pral gaye tout moun k'ap fè mal yo.
For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
10 Ou fè m' gen menm fòs ak towo bèf mawon yo. Ou fè kè m' kontan.
And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11 Mwen wè ak je m' jan lènmi m' yo pèdi batay la, mwen tande jan moun ki pa vle wè m' yo ap rele.
And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
12 Moun k'ap mache dwat yo pral pouse tankou palmis, y'ap grandi tankou pye sèd nan peyi Liban.
The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
13 Yo tankou pyebwa yo plante nan kay Seyè a, y'ap pouse bèl branch nan tanp Bondye nou an.
Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
14 Yo te mèt granmoun, y'ap donnen, y'ap toujou vèt, y'ap toujou gen fòs.
Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
15 Sa fè nou wè jan Seyè a pa gen patipri. Se li ki tout pwoteksyon mwen. Pa gen lenjistis nan kè li.
To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!
