Psalms 131

1 A song of degrees or Psalme of David. Lord, mine heart is not hautie, neither are mine eyes loftie, neither haue I walked in great matters and hid from 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 haue behaued my selfe, like one wained from his mother, and kept silence: I am in my selfe as one that is wained.

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 waite on the Lord from hencefoorth and for euer.

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