Sòm 3
1 David t'ap kouri pou Absalon, pitit li, lè li ekri sòm sa a. Seyè, ala anpil lènmi m' yo anpil! Ala anpil moun k'ap leve dèyè m' yo anpil!
A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Ala anpil moun k'ap pale sou mwen yo anpil! Y'ap di: Aa! Bondye p'ap delivre l'!
Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
3 Men ou menm, Seyè, w'ap toujou pran defans mwen. W'ap fè m' genyen batay la. Ou p'ap kite m' wont devan lènmi m' yo.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 Mwen rele Seyè a ak tout fòs mwen. Li rete sou mòn ki apa pou li a, li reponn mwen.
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 Mwen kouche, mwen dòmi, mwen leve anbyen, paske Seyè a ap soutni mwen.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 Mwen pa pè tout kantite moun sa yo ki sènen m' toupatou.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 Leve non, Seyè! Sove m' non, Bondye mwen! Ou bay tout lènmi m' yo yon souflèt. Ou kase dan mechan yo.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Se ou menm sèl, Seyè, ki ka sove nou. Beni tout pèp ou a.
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
