Sòm 144
1 Yon Sòm David Beni se SENYÈ a, wòch mwen an, ki enstwi men m pou fè lagè, ak dwèt mwen pou batay.
[A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, [And] my fingers to fight:
2 Lanmou dous mwen e sitadèl mwen an, Fòterès mwen ak liberatè mwen an, Boukliye mwen an nan (sila) mwen kache a, Ki soumèt pèp mwen an anba m.
My lovingkindness, and my fortress, My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdueth my people under me.
3 O SENYÈ, se kisa lòm nan ye pou Ou panse a li? Oswa fis a lòm nan pou Ou panse a Li?
Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Lòm se tankou yon sèl souf. Jou li yo se tankou yon lonbraj k ap pase.
Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bese syèl Ou yo, O SENYÈ e desann. Touche mòn yo pou yo kab fè lafimen.
Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Fè parèt eklè pou gaye yo. Voye flèch Ou pou mete yo nan konfizyon.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Lonje men Ou soti anwo. Fè m sekou! Delivre m sòti nan gwo dlo yo, nan men etranje yo ak
Stretch forth thy hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens;
8 bouch kap pale manti yo e men dwat a (sila) ki se men dwat a manti yo.
Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Mwen va chante yon chan tounèf a Ou menm, O Bondye; Sou ap dis kòd yo, mwen va chante lwanj a Ou menm,
I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Ki konn sove wa yo, ki fè David, sèvitè Li a, chape de nepe lanmò a.
Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Fè m sekou e delivre m de men a etranje yo, Bouch a (sila) ki pale desepsyon yo, e men dwat a (sila) ki men dwat a manti yo.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 Kite fis nou yo nan jenès yo parèt tankou plant ki fin grandi, e fi nou yo tankou pilye taye ki pou ta embeli yon palè wayal.
When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;
13 Kite depo nou yo toujou plen, nan bay tout kalite pwodwi. Kite twoupo nou yo pwodwi dè milye e dè di milye nan chan nou yo.
[When] our garners are full, affording all manner of store, [And] our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14 Kite bèf nou yo ka pote gwo chaj. Pou nou pa gen kase kay, ni kouri kite, e nanpwen moun k ap rele “anmwey” nan lari nou yo.
[When] our oxen are well laden; [When there is] no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets:
15 A la beni pèp ki ranje konsa beni! A la beni pèp ki gen Bondye pou SENYÈ yo beni.
Happy is the people that is in such a case; [Yea], happy is the people whose God is Jehovah.
