Sòm 45
1 Pou chèf sanba yo. Se pou yo chante sou menm lè ak chante ki di: Bèl ti flè savann blan yo. Se yon chante pitit Kore yo. Se yon chan damou. Mwen gen anpil bèl pawòl nan bouch mwen. Mwen pral chante yon chante pou wa a, mwen tankou yon moun ki konn konpoze bèl chante.
For the leader; on shoshannim. Of the Korahites. A maskil. A love song. My heart is astir with beautiful words: I will sing a song, concerning the king, with tongue like the pen of a ready writer.
2 Pa gen pi bèl gason pase ou sou tout latè. Ou gen bèl pawòl dous nan bouch ou. Se poutèt sa, Bondye ap toujou beni ou.
Your beauty is more than mortal, grace is shed over your lips: therefore God has blessed you forever.
3 Ou menm vanyan gason, pase nepe ou nan ren ou, pou moun ka wè jan ou gen pouvwa, pou yo ka gen respè pou ou.
Warrior, strap your sword on your thigh. What glory and splendour!
4 Moute sou cha ou, al goumen, pou pran defans moun ki kenbe pawòl yo, moun ki gen bon kè, moun ki mache dwat devan ou. Kouraj ou ap fè ou genyen batay la.
Good fortune attend you, as forth you ride in the cause of good faith, and as champion of justice. May your arm instruct you in deeds of dread.
5 Flèch ou yo pwenti. Moun lòt nasyon yo ap tonbe nan pye ou. Lènmi wa a pèdi tout kouraj yo.
Sharp are your arrows; nations fall under you: pierced to the heart are the foes of the king.
6 Gouvènman ou lan la pou tout tan tout tan. W'ap gouvènen san patipri tankou yon wa nan peyi ou la.
Your throne shall endure for ever and ever your royal sceptre a sceptre of equity.
7 Ou renmen tou sa ki byen, ou rayi tou sa ki mal. Se poutèt sa, Bondye ki Bondye ou l'a chwazi ou. Li fè kè ou kontan nèt ale: Li fè pou ou bagay li pa fè pou lòt zanmi ou yo.
Right you love and wrong you hate: therefore the Lord your God anoints you With oil of gladness above your fellows.
8 Tout rad ou santi bon ak odè flè jasmen, womaren ak sitwonèl. Nan palè ou ki kouvri ak livwa, y'ap fè mizik pou fè kè ou kontan.
With myrrh, aloes, and cassia your robes are all fragrant, you are gladdened by music of ivory harps.
9 Pami medam k'ap sèvi lakay ou yo anpil ladan yo se pitit fi wa yo ye. Sou bò dwat ou, larenn lan kanpe byen bèl. Li gen sou li bijou fèt an lò ki soti peyi Ofi.
King’s daughters stand ready with jewels for you, at your right hand the queen in gold of Ophir.
10 Koute, mafi! Gade byen! Tande sa m'ap di ou: -Ou mèt bliye pèp kote ou soti a. Ou mèt bliye moun kay papa ou yo.
Listen, daughter, and see; and incline your ear: forget your folk and your father’s house.
11 Wa a pa manke renmen ou, paske ou bèl. Se li ki mèt ou, se pou ou obeyi l'.
And when the king desires your beauty, bow to him, for he is your lord.
12 Moun peyi Tir ap pote anpil kado ba ou. Moun rich yo ap vin flate ou.
So shall the Tyrians come with gifts, and the richest of people will do you homage.
13 Pitit fi wa a nan palè a. Ala bèl li bèl! Twal rad ki sou li a fèt ak fil lò.
The king’s daughter is glorious altogether, with dress of pearls inwrought with gold.
14 Yo mennen l' bò kote wa a, avèk bèl rad bwode li sou li. Tout fidonè li yo ap mache dèyè l': yo prezante yo ba ou tou.
In many-coloured robes she is led to the king, with the virgin companions she brought in her train.
15 Y'ap vini, yo kontan, y'ap chante, y'ap antre nan palè wa a.
The king’s palace they enter with joy and rejoicing.
16 Monwa, pitit ou yo va chita kote zansèt ou yo te chita a. W'ap mete yo chèf sou tout latè.
May sons of yours take the place of your fathers, whom you will make princes in all the land.
17 Mwen vle chante pou yo pa janm bliye ou, konsa moun lòt peyi yo va fè lwanj ou tout tan tout tan.
Your name will I celebrate world without end, so that nations shall praise you for ever and ever.
