Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
Pou chèf sanba yo. Se yon sòm David. Wa a kontan, Seyè, dèske ou te ba li fòs kouraj. Wa a kontan nèt dèske ou fè l' genyen batay la.
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Ou ba li tou sa l' te renmen. Ou pa t' refize l' sa l' te mande ou.
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Ou vin bò kote l' avèk anpil benediksyon, ou mete yon kouwòn fèt ak bon lò sou tèt li.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Li mande ou lavi, ou ba li l'. Ou ba l' yon lavi ki long, yon lavi ki p'ap janm fini.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Y'ap fè gwo lwanj pou li, paske ou ede l', ou fè yo respekte l', ou ba li bèl pozisyon,
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Ou mete benediksyon ou sou li pou tout tan. Ou fè kè l' kontan paske ou la avè l'.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Wa a mete konfyans li nan Seyè a. Gremesi Bondye ki anwo nan syèl la, wa a la pou tout tan.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Wa a ap mete men l' sou tout lènmi l' yo, l'ap mache pran tout moun ki pa vle wè l' yo.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Lè w'a parèt, w'ap detwi yo tankou yon gwo boukan dife. Lè Seyè a ankòlè, se fini l'ap fini ak yo, dife ap boule yo nèt.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
W'ap disparèt tout pitit yo sou latè, w'ap disparèt tout ras yo pami lèzòm.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Y'ap fè move plan, y'ap fè konplo sou wa a, men sa p'ap mache pou yo.
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
L'ap tire flèch li sou yo, l'ap fè yo kouri ale.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
Seyè, leve non. Fè yo wè fòs ou! N'a chante, n'a fè lwanj pou jan ou gen pouvwa!
