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.
BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
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 kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing 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?
YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
4 Lòm se tankou yon sèl souf. Jou li yo se tankou yon lonbraj k ap pase.
Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Bese syèl Ou yo, O SENYÈ e desann. Touche mòn yo pou yo kab fè lafimen.
YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Fè parèt eklè pou gaye yo. Voye flèch Ou pou mete yo nan konfizyon.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
7 Lonje men Ou soti anwo. Fè m sekou! Delivre m sòti nan gwo dlo yo, nan men etranje yo ak
Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 bouch kap pale manti yo e men dwat a (sila) ki se men dwat a manti yo.
Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their 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,
O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
10 Ki konn sove wa yo, ki fè David, sèvitè Li a, chape de nepe lanmò a.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
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.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their 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.
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness 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.
Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
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.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 A la beni pèp ki ranje konsa beni! A la beni pèp ki gen Bondye pou SENYÈ yo beni.
O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
