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 David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O SENYÈ, Bondye mwen an, mwen te kriye a Ou menm, e Ou te geri mwen.
I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you 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)
You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)
4 Chante lwanj a SENYÈ a, nou menm ki fidèl Li yo. Bay remèsiman a sen non Li.
Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.
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 his anger lasts only a moment, his favor endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.
6 Alò, pou mwen, mwen te di nan bon tan mwen, “Mwen p ap janm ebranle.”
When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.
7 O SENYÈ, pa gras Ou, Ou te fè mòn mwen an kanpe fèm. Lè Ou te kache figi Ou, mwen te dekouraje nèt.
For by your favor, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.
8 A Ou menm, SENYÈ, mwen te rele. A SENYÈ mwen an, mwen te fè siplikasyon mwen yo:
Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,
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, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Tande, O SENYÈ e fè m gras. O SENYÈ, ban m soutyen.”
Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord be a helper to me.”
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 to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:
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 unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.
