Sòm 141
1 Yon Sòm David O SENYÈ, mwen rele non Ou. Fè vit! Vin kote m! Prete zòrèy Ou a vwa mwen lè m rele Ou!
I have cried to the, O Lord, hear me: hearken to my voice, when I cry to thee.
2 Ke lapriyè mwen kapab konte kon lansan devan Ou; lè m leve men m, kon sakrifis ofrann aswè a.
Let my prayer be directed as incense in thy sight; the lifting up of my hands, as evening sacrifice.
3 Plase yon gadyen sou bouch mwen, O SENYÈ. Veye dri sou pòt lèv mwen yo.
Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth: and a door round about my lips.
4 Pa mennen kè m vè okenn mal, pou pratike zèv mechan yo, avèk moun ki fè inikite yo. Ni pa kite mwen manje manje ki fèt pa yo.
Incline not my heart to evil words; to make excuses in sins. With men that work iniquity: and I will not communicate with the choicest of them.
5 Kite moun ladwati yo frape mwen. Konsa, li dous. Kite li korije mwen. L ap tankou lwil ki koule sou tèt la. Pa kite tèt mwen refize li, paske lapriyè mwen toujou kont zak mechan yo.
The just shall correct me in mercy, and shall reprove me: but let not the oil of the sinner fatten my head. For my prayer also shall still be against the things with which they are well pleased:
6 Jij pa yo fin jete a tè bò kote wòch yo. Yo va tande pawòl mwen yo, paske yo byen pale.
Their judges falling upon the rock have been swallowed up. They shall hear my words, for they have prevailed:
7 Tankou lè yon moun laboure pou fann tè a, se konsa zo nou yo fin gaye nan bouch sejou mò a. (Sheol h7585)
As when the thickness of the earth is broken up upon the ground: Our bones are scattered by the side of hell. (Sheol h7585)
8 Paske zye mwen se sou Ou, O BONDYE, Senyè a. Nan Ou, mwen kache. Pa kite nanm mwen san pwotèj.
But o to thee, O Lord, Lord, are my eyes: in thee have I put my trust, take not away my soul.
9 Sove m de dan pyèj ke yo te prepare pou mwen yo, avèk pèlen a (sila) ki fè inikite yo.
Keep me from the snare, which they have laid for me, and from the stumblingblocks of them that work iniquity.
10 Kite mechan yo tonbe nan pwòp filè yo, pandan mwen pase akote.
The wicked shall fall in his net: I am alone until I pass.
