Psalms 131

1 A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

Se yon chante David pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Seyè, mwen pa gen lògèy nan kè mwen. Mwen pa gade moun avèk awogans. Mwen pa enterese nan bagay ki twò fò pou mwen, nan bagay ki twò difisil pou m' konprann.

2 Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

Mwen rete tou dousman, byen trankil tankou yon timoun sevre ki rete byen dousman sou janm manman l'. Wi, tankou yon timoun sevre, se konsa mwen rete dousman.

3 Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.

Nou menm pèp Izrayèl, mete tout espwa nou nan Seyè a, depi koulye a ak pou tout tan.