Sòm 16
1 Yon Sòm David Pwoteje m O Bondye, paske mwen kache nan Ou.
A Precious Psalm of David. Preserve me, O GOD, for I have sought refuge in thee.
2 Mwen te di a SENYÈ, Ou se Senyè mwen. Mwen pa gen anyen ki bon sof ke Ou menm.
Thou hast said unto Yahweh, My Lord, art thou! My goodness, mounteth not unto thee.
3 Selon sen sou latè yo, se moun manyifik yo ye; sou yo menm mwen pran tout plezi m yo.
It belongeth unto the holy ones, whom, in his own land, Yahweh, ennobleth, In whom is all his delight
4 Doulè a (sila) ki te fè donn a yon lòt dye va vin ogmante; Mwen p ap vin vide ofrann bwason san pa yo, ni non yo p ap sòti sou lèv mwen.
They multiply their idols—another, have they purchased! I will not pour out their drink-offerings of blood, nor will I take up their names on my lips.
5 SENYÈ a se pòsyon eritaj mwen ak tas mwen; Se Ou menm ki bay soutyen a pati pa m nan.
Yahweh, is mine allotted portion and my cup, Thou, art maintaining my lot.
6 Lizyè yo vin tonbe nan kote ki tèlman bèl pou mwen. Anverite, eritaj mwen bèl pou mwen.
The lines, have fallen unto me, in pleasant places, Verily an inheritance that delighteth me.
7 Mwen va beni SENYÈ a ki te ban m konsèy la. Anverite, panse mwen toujou vin enstwi mwen pandan lannwit.
I will bless Yahweh, who hath counselled me, —Surely, by night, shall mine impulses admonish me.
8 Mwen te mete SENYÈ a devan zye m tout tan. Akoz Li se men dwat mwen, mwen p ap ebranle menm.
I have set Yahweh before me continually, because he is on my right hand, I shall not be shaken!
9 Pou sa, kè m kontan e glwa mwen fè rejwisans. Anplis, chè m va toujou pwoteje.
Therefore, hath my heart rejoiced, and mine honour exulted, Yea, my flesh, shall settle down securely;
10 Paske Ou p ap abandone nanm mwen nan sejou mò yo; ni Ou p ap pèmèt (Sila) Ki Sen Ou an vin tonbe an pouriti. (Sheol h7585)
For thou wilt not abandon my soul to hades, neither wilt thou suffer thy man of lovingkindness, to see corruption: (Sheol h7585)
11 Ou va fè m rekonèt chemen lavi a. Nan prezans Ou, se lajwa ki an abondans nèt. Nan men dwat Ou, se plezi ki dire jis pou tout tan.
Thou wilt cause me to know, the path of life, —Fulness of joys before thee, Pleasures at thy right hand evermore.
