Sòm 39
1 Pou direktè koral la. Pou Jeduthyèn. Yon Sòm David Mwen te di, mwen va veye chemen mwen, pou m pa fè peche ak lang mwen. Mwen va veye bouch mwen, konsi li gen yon brid ladann toutotan mechan yo rete nan prezans mwen.
To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
2 Mwen te tankou bèbè e mwen te rete an silans. Mwen te evite menm sa ki ta kab bon. Konsa, tristès mwen te vin pi mal.
I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
3 Kè m te cho anndan m. Pandan mwen t ap reflechi dife a t ap brile. Konsa, mwen te pale ak lang mwen:
My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
4 SENYÈ, fè m konnen longè a jou mwen yo. Fè m konnen ke m fèb anpil.
Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5 Gade byen, Ou te fè jou mwen yo kontwole tankou lajè a men m ki louvri. Lavi mwen konsi li pa anyen devan zye Ou. Anverite, lavi chak moun, se yon sèl grenn souf.
You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah)
6 Anverite, tout moun mache toupatou tankou yon lonbraj. Anverite, yo fè gwo zen pou ryen. Li ranmase byen yo, men l pa konnen kilès k ap rasanble yo.
Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
7 Konsa, SENYÈ, kisa m ap tann nan? Espwa m se nan Ou.
And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
8 Delivre mwen de tout transgresyon mwen yo. Pa fè m repwòch a moun san sajès yo.
Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
9 Mwen tounen tibebe. Mwen pa ouvri bouch mwen, akoz se Ou ki te fè sa.
I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
10 Rete touman Ou sou mwen. Kou men Ou venk mwen. M ap peri.
No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
11 Avèk repwòch, Ou fè chatiman a yon nonm pou inikite li. Ou manje tankou mit nan rad sa ki konsidere pi chè pou li menm nan. Anverite, tout moun se sèlman yon souf.
By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah)
12 Tande lapriyè mwen, O SENYÈ e prete zòrèy Ou a kri mwen. Pa rete an silans lè dlo ap koule nan zye m. Paske mwen se yon etranje devan Ou, yon vwayajè tankou tout papa zansèt mwen yo.
Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
13 Vire rega figi Ou lwen m, pou m kab ri ankò, avan ke m mouri pou m pa la ankò.”
Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
