Sòm 3
1 Yon Sòm a David lè l te sove ale devan Absalom, fis li a O SENYÈ, gade kijan lènmi mwen yo ap miltipliye; Anpil moun leve kont mwen.
A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
2 Anpil moun pale de nanm mwen, “Nanpwen delivrans pou li nan Bondye.” Tan
Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
3 Men Ou menm, O SENYÈ, se yon pwotèj ki antoure mwen, glwa mwen, ak (Sila) ki fè tèt mwen leve a.
But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
4 Mwen t ap kriye a SENYÈ a ak vwa mwen; Li te reponn mwen soti nan mòn sen Li an Tan
I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 Mwen te kouche e dòmi; mwen te leve, paske se SENYÈ a ki ban m fòs.
I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
6 Mwen p ap pè menm dè milye de moun ki ta pran pozisyon kont mwen de tout kote.
I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
7 Leve, O SENYÈ! Sove mwen, O Bondye mwen! Paske Ou te souflete tout lènmi mwen yo. Ou te kraze dan a mechan yo.
For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Delivrans se nan SENYÈ a. Ke benediksyon Ou toujou poze sou pèp Ou a.
Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
