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!
A Psalm of David. LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto 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 set forth before thee [as] incense; [and] the lifting up of my hands [as] the 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; keep the door of 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 [any] evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
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.
Let the righteous smite me; [it shall be] a kindness: and let him reprove me; [it shall be] an excellent oil, [which] shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also [shall be] in their calamities.
6 Jij pa yo fin jete a tè bò kote wòch yo. Yo va tande pawòl mwen yo, paske yo byen pale.
When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7 Tankou lè yon moun laboure pou fann tè a, se konsa zo nou yo fin gaye nan bouch sejou mò a. (Sheol h7585)
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth. (Sheol h7585)
8 Paske zye mwen se sou Ou, O BONDYE, Senyè a. Nan Ou, mwen kache. Pa kite nanm mwen san pwotèj.
But mine eyes [are] unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
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 snares [which] they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Kite mechan yo tonbe nan pwòp filè yo, pandan mwen pase akote.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
