Psalms 30
1 A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
Yon Sòm; yon chan nan Dedikasyon Kay La; Yon Sòm David Mwen va leve Ou wo, O SENYÈ, paske Ou te leve mwen. Ou pa t kite lènmi m yo rejwi sou mwen.
2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O SENYÈ, Bondye mwen an, mwen te kriye a Ou menm, e Ou te geri mwen.
3 O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
O SENYÈ, Ou te fè nanm mwen monte kite sejou lanmò yo. Ou te kenbe m vivan, pou m pa t desann nan gwo fòs la. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
Chante lwanj a SENYÈ a, nou menm ki fidèl Li yo. Bay remèsiman a sen non Li.
5 For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
Paske kòlè Li se sèlman pou yon moman, men Bonte Li se pou tout tan. Kriye a kapab dire pou nwit lan, men kri lajwa a vin parèt nan maten.
6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
Alò, pou mwen, mwen te di nan bon tan mwen, “Mwen p ap janm ebranle.”
7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
O SENYÈ, pa gras Ou, Ou te fè mòn mwen an kanpe fèm. Lè Ou te kache figi Ou, mwen te dekouraje nèt.
8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
A Ou menm, SENYÈ, mwen te rele. A SENYÈ mwen an, mwen te fè siplikasyon mwen yo:
9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
“Ki benefis ki genyen nan san mwen si mwen desann nan gwo fòs la? Èske pousyè a kab louwe Ou? Èske li va deklare fidelite Ou?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
Tande, O SENYÈ e fè m gras. O SENYÈ, ban m soutyen.”
11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
Ou te chanje doulè mwen, e sa te fè m vin danse ak lajwa; Ou te demare rad twal sak mwen an, e te mare senti m avèk kè kontan.
12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.
Konsa, pou kè m kab chante lwanj Ou, e pa rete an silans. O SENYÈ, Bondye mwen an, mwen va bay Ou glwa pou tout tan, nèt.
