Sòm 131

1 Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. O SENYÈ, kè m pa ògeye, ni zye m pa gen awogans. Ni m pa fouye kò m nan gwo zafè, ni nan sa ki twò wo pou mwen.

A Song of Ascents. David’s. O Yahweh, my heart, is not haughty, nor are mine eyes, lofty, neither have I moved among great matters, or among affairs too wonderful for me.

2 Anverite, mwen te fin ranje e kalme nanm mwen. Menm jan ke yon pitit poze sou manman l, anndan m, nanm mwen tankou yon pitit ki sevre.

Surely I have soothed and silenced my soul, —like a weaned child, concerning his mother, like a weaned child, concerning myself—mine own soul.

3 O Israël, mete espwa nan SENYÈ a depi koulye a e jis rive pou tout tan.

Wait, O Israel, for Yahweh, from this time forth, even to times age-abiding.