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 Absalom his son. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up against me.
2 Anpil moun pale de nanm mwen, “Nanpwen delivrans pou li nan Bondye.” Tan
Many there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
3 Men Ou menm, O SENYÈ, se yon pwotèj ki antoure mwen, glwa mwen, ak (Sila) ki fè tèt mwen leve a.
But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Mwen t ap kriye a SENYÈ a ak vwa mwen; Li te reponn mwen soti nan mòn sen Li an Tan
With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Mwen te kouche e dòmi; mwen te leve, paske se SENYÈ a ki ban m fòs.
I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 Mwen p ap pè menm dè milye de moun ki ta pran pozisyon kont mwen de tout kote.
I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Leve, O SENYÈ! Sove mwen, O Bondye mwen! Paske Ou te souflete tout lènmi mwen yo. Ou te kraze dan a mechan yo.
Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Delivrans se nan SENYÈ a. Ke benediksyon Ou toujou poze sou pèp Ou a.
Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
