Sòm 42
1 Pou direktè koral la. Yon refleksyon pa fis Kore yo. Jan sèf la rale souf ak swaf pou dlo ravin nan, Konsa nanm mwen rale souf pou Ou, O Bondye.
To victorie, to the sones of Chore. As an hert desirith to the wellis of watris; so thou, God, my soule desirith to thee.
2 Nanm mwen swaf pou Bondye, Pou Bondye vivan an. Se kilè mwen kab vini pou parèt devan Bondye?
Mi soule thirstide to God, `that is a `quik welle; whanne schal Y come, and appere bifor the face of God?
3 Se dlo nan zye m ki manje mwen lajounen kon lannwit. Pandan y ap di m tout lajounen: “Kote Bondye ou a?”
Mi teeris weren looues to me bi dai and nyyt; while it is seid to me ech dai, Where is thi God?
4 Bagay sa yo mwen sonje e mwen vide nanm mwen nèt anndan m. Paske mwen te konn ale ansanm ak foul la, pou pran devan nan pwosesyon pou rive lakay Bondye, avèk yon vwa lajwa, ak remèsiman, yon gran foul k ap fè fèt sakre a.
I bithouyte of these thingis, and Y schedde out in me my soule; for Y schal passe in to the place of the wondurful tabernacle, til to the hows of God. In the vois of ful out ioiyng and knoulechyng; is the sown of the etere.
5 Poukisa, o nanm mwen, ou nan dezespwa? Epi poukisa ou twouble anndan m? Mete espwa ou nan Bondye, paske mwen va louwe Li ankò akoz sekou a prezans Li an.
Mi soule, whi art thou sory; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer,
6 O Bondye mwen, nanm mwen pèdi espwa anndan mwen. Pou sa, mwen sonje Ou soti nan peyi Jourdain an avèk tèt mòn Hermon yo, soti kanpe nan Mòn Mitsear.
and my God. My soule is disturblid at my silf; therfor, God, Y schal be myndeful of thee fro the lond of Jordan, and fro the litil hil Hermonyim.
7 Pwofondè a rele pwofondè a nan son kaskad dlo Ou yo. Tout gwo dlo ak move lanmè Ou yo fin koule sou mwen.
Depthe clepith depthe; in the vois of thi wyndows. Alle thin hiye thingis and thi wawis; passiden ouer me.
8 SENYÈ a va òdone lanmou dous Li a nan lajounen, chan Li yo va avèk mwen pandan nwit lan: Yon lapriyè a Bondye lavi mwen an.
The Lord sente his merci in the dai; and his song in the nyyt.
9 Mwen va di a Bondye, wòch mwen an: “Poukisa Ou te bliye mwen? Poukisa mwen antre nan tristès akoz opresyon lènmi an?”
At me is a preier to the God of my lijf; Y schal seie to God, Thou art my `takere vp. Whi foryetist thou me; and whi go Y sorewful, while the enemy turmentith me?
10 Se tankou tout zo mwen yo kraze, jan advèsè mwen yo anmède mwen, pandan y ap di m tout lajounen: “Kote Bondye Ou a”?
While my boonys ben brokun togidere; myn enemyes, that troblen me, dispiseden me. While thei seien to me, bi alle daies; Where is thi God?
11 Poukisa ou nan dezespwa, O nanm mwen? Epi poukisa ou vin twouble anndan mwen? Mete espwa ou nan Bondye, paske m ap louwe Li ankò, O soutyen kè mwen an, e Bondye mwen an.
Mi soule, whi art thou sori; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; `he is the helthe of my cheer, and my God.
