Sòm 30

1 Yon Sòm; yon chan nan Dedikasyon Kay La; Yon Sòm David Mwen va leve Ou wo, O SENYÈ, paske Ou te leve mwen. Ou pa t kite lènmi m yo rejwi sou mwen.

A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house. I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.

2 O SENYÈ, Bondye mwen an, mwen te kriye a Ou menm, e Ou te geri mwen.

O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.

3 O SENYÈ, Ou te fè nanm mwen monte kite sejou lanmò yo. Ou te kenbe m vivan, pou m pa t desann nan gwo fòs la. (Sheol h7585)

Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Chante lwanj a SENYÈ a, nou menm ki fidèl Li yo. Bay remèsiman a sen non Li.

Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

5 Paske kòlè Li se sèlman pou yon moman, men Bonte Li se pou tout tan. Kriye a kapab dire pou nwit lan, men kri lajwa a vin parèt nan maten.

For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

6 Alò, pou mwen, mwen te di nan bon tan mwen, “Mwen p ap janm ebranle.”

And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

7 O SENYÈ, pa gras Ou, Ou te fè mòn mwen an kanpe fèm. Lè Ou te kache figi Ou, mwen te dekouraje nèt.

O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

8 A Ou menm, SENYÈ, mwen te rele. A SENYÈ mwen an, mwen te fè siplikasyon mwen yo:

To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

9 “Ki benefis ki genyen nan san mwen si mwen desann nan gwo fòs la? Èske pousyè a kab louwe Ou? Èske li va deklare fidelite Ou?

What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

10 Tande, O SENYÈ e fè m gras. O SENYÈ, ban m soutyen.”

The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

11 Ou te chanje doulè mwen, e sa te fè m vin danse ak lajwa; Ou te demare rad twal sak mwen an, e te mare senti m avèk kè kontan.

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

12 Konsa, pou kè m kab chante lwanj Ou, e pa rete an silans. O SENYÈ, Bondye mwen an, mwen va bay Ou glwa pou tout tan, nèt.

To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.