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.
For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine 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 cried to you, and you did heal 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)
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [among] them that go down to 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, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance 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 anger is in his wrath, but life in his favor: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
6 Alò, pou mwen, mwen te di nan bon tan mwen, “Mwen p ap janm ebranle.”
And I said in my prosperity, 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 your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
8 A Ou menm, SENYÈ, mwen te rele. A SENYÈ mwen an, mwen te fè siplikasyon mwen yo:
To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
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, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
10 Tande, O SENYÈ e fè m gras. O SENYÈ, ban m soutyen.”
The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become 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.
You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded 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.
that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
