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 [and] Song, [at] the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes 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 thee, and thou 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)

O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not 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, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at 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 his anger [endureth but] a moment; in his favor [is] life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.

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

And in my prosperity 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.

LORD, by thy favor thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was troubled.

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

I cried to thee, O LORD; and to the LORD I made 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 the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

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

Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou 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 dancing: thou hast put 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.

To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.