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.

For the Chief Musician, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked 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 was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

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 hot within me; while I was musing the fire kindled: [then] spake I with my tongue:

4 SENYÈ, fè m konnen longè a jou mwen yo. Fè m konnen ke m fèb anpil.

LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; let me know how frail 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.

Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; and mine age is as nothing before thee: surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. (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.

Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.

7 Konsa, SENYÈ, kisa m ap tann nan? Espwa m se nan Ou.

And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.

8 Delivre mwen de tout transgresyon mwen yo. Pa fè m repwòch a moun san sajès yo.

Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

9 Mwen tounen tibebe. Mwen pa ouvri bouch mwen, akoz se Ou ki te fè sa.

I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.

10 Rete touman Ou sou mwen. Kou men Ou venk mwen. M ap peri.

Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine 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.

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. (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.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

13 Vire rega figi Ou lwen m, pou m kab ri ankò, avan ke m mouri pou m pa la ankò.”

O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.