Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities are past by.
Pou chèf sanba yo. Se pou yo chante sou lè chante ki di: Pa detwi. Se yon chante David te ekri lè li te al kache nan gwòt la pou Sayil ki t'ap kouri dèyè l'. Gen pitye pou mwen, Bondye! -Gen pitye pou mwen! Paske, se bò kote ou m'ap chache pwoteksyon. Se anba zèl ou m'ap kache jouk lè danje a fin pase.
2 I will cry to God most high; to God that performeth all things for me.
M'ap kriye nan pye Bondye ki anwo nan syèl la, nan pye Bondye ki fè anpil byen pou mwen an.
3 He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
L'ap rete nan syèl la, l'ap delivre m' anba men moun k'ap pèsekite m' yo. Bondye va fè m' wè jan li renmen mwen, jan li toujou kenbe pawòl li.
4 My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Mwen kouche nan mitan yon bann lyon ki prèt pou devore mwen. Dan yo pwenti tankou flèch, tankou frenn, lang yo tankou yon ponya byen file.
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth.
Bondye, fè wè nan syèl la jan ou gen pouvwa non! Fè wè pouvwa ou sou tout latè!
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have dug a pit before me, into the midst of which they have fallen themselves. (Selah)
Lènmi m' yo tann yon pèlen sou wout kote pou m' pase a. Kè m' sere anpil. Yo fouye yon twou sou wout mwen. Men, se yo menm ki tonbe ladan li.
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
Bondye, mwen pare, wi, mwen pare. Mwen pral chante, mwen pral fè lwanj ou.
8 Awake, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.
M'ap souke kò mwen, m'ap leve. M'ap pran gita mwen, m'ap pran bandjo mwen. Mwen pral fè solèy leve!
9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing to thee among the nations.
Seyè, m'a fè lwanj ou nan mitan pèp yo! M'a chante pou ou nan mitan tout nasyon yo!
10 For thy mercy is great to the heavens, and thy truth to the clouds.
Ou renmen nou anpil anpil, ou toujou kenbe pawòl ou.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.
Bondye, fè wè nan syèl la jan ou gen pouvwa non! Fè wè pouvwa ou sou tout latè!
