Sòm 7
1 Plent David te pote bay Seyè a pou Kouch, moun laras Benjamen. Seyè, Bondye mwen, se nan ou mwen mete tout konfyans mwen. Delivre m'. Pa kite m' tonbe nan men moun k'ap pèsekite m' yo.
Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
2 Si se pa sa, tankou lyon yo fè, y'ap pote m' ale, y'ap devore m' san pesonn p'ap ka pote m' sekou.
Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
3 Seyè, Bondye mwen, si m' te fè bagay sa yo vre, si m' te fè yon moun mal,
O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
4 si m' te aji mal ak moun ki te fè m' byen, si m' te pèsekite lènmi m' san rezon,
If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
5 ou mèt kite lènmi pousib mwen jouk li mete men sou mwen. Ou mèt kite l' mache sou mwen, ou mèt kite l' trennen non m' nan labou.
Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
6 Seyè, leve non! Mete ou ankòlè! Leve, pran pozisyon kont lènmi m' yo ki fin debòde. Leve non! vin pote m' sekou, paske se jistis ou m'ap chache.
Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
7 Sanble tout nasyon yo bò kote ou. Rete nan syèl la, gouvènen yo tout.
When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
8 Ou menm Seyè, ou se jij tout moun. Tanpri, Seyè, fè m' jistis paske mwen mache dwat, mwen inonsan.
Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
9 Fè mechan yo sispann fè move bagay. Tanpri, bay moun ki mache dwat yo fòs. Ou se yon Bondye ki pa nan patipri: Ou konnen tout lide moun gen nan tèt yo ak tout santiman ki nan kè yo.
Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
10 Se Bondye ki defans mwen. Li delivre tout moun ki mache dwat.
My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
11 Bondye se yon jij ki san patipri: Li toujou kondannen mechan yo.
A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
12 Si yon moun pa chanje lavi li, Bondye ap file nepe li, l'ap pare banza li pou l' vize li.
If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
13 Bondye ap pare zam sa yo pou touye li. L'ap sèvi ak flèch li yo pou simen dife.
But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
14 Gade jan mechan an gen move lide nan kè li! L'ap fè plan pou fè moun mal. L'ap plede bay manti.
Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
15 Li fouye yon gwo twou byen fon nan tè a. Lèfini, se li menm ki tonbe ladan li.
A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
16 Se konsa, malè li te pare pou lòt moun, se sou li li tonbe. Se pwòp mechanste l' ki tounen kont li!
His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
17 Mwen menm, m'ap di Seyè a mèsi pou jistis li. M'ap fè lwanj Seyè a ki anwo nan syèl la.
I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
