Psalms 58
1 To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. Is it true? O Congregation, speake ye iustly? O sonnes of men, iudge ye vprightly?
Pou chèf sanba yo. Se pou yo chante sou lè chante ki di: Pa detwi. Se yon chante David. Nou menm ki reprezante Bondye, èske nou rann jistis la tout bon vre? Nou menm lèzòm, èske nou jije san patipri?
2 Yea, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your hands execute crueltie vpon the earth.
Non! Okontrè! Se move lide ase ki nan kè nou. N'ap plede fè mechanste nan tout peyi a.
3 The wicked are strangers from ye wombe: euen from the belly haue they erred, and speake lyes.
Malveyan yo pèvèti depi nan vant manman yo. Moun k'ap bay manti yo gen madichon depi yo fèt.
4 Their poyson is euen like the poyson of a serpent: like ye deafe adder that stoppeth his eare.
Yo gen yon pwazon nan bouch yo, tankou pwazon sèpan. Yo pa pran priyè, yo tankou sèpan aspik,
5 Which heareth not the voyce of the inchanter, though he be most expert in charming.
ki fèmen zòrèy yo pou yo pa tande vwa moun k'ap chante pou fè yo dòmi, menm lè moun yo gen bèl bèl vwa.
6 Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lord.
Bondye, tanpri, kase dan nan bouch yo! Kase kwòk dan jenn lyon yo, Seyè!
7 Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken.
Se pou yo disparèt tankou dlo lavalas k'ap koule desann. Se pou moun kraze yo anba pye tankou zèb sou granchemen.
8 Let them consume like a snayle that melteth, and like the vntimely fruite of a woman, that hath not seene the sunne.
Se pou yo fonn tankou mantèg nan solèy. Se pou yo pa janm wè solèy tankou tibebe ki fèt tou mouri.
9 As raw flesh before your pots feele the fire of thornes: so let him cary them away as with a whirlewinde in his wrath.
Anvan menm yo konnen sa k'ap rive yo, se pou yo boule tankou raje. Bondye ap fè kòlè, l'ap rache yo pandan yo tou vivan.
10 The righteous shall reioyce when he seeeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked.
Moun ki mache dwat devan Bondye gen pou yo kontan lè yo wè jan yo pini mechan yo. Y'a lave pye yo nan san mechan yo.
11 And men shall say, Verily there is fruite for the righteous: doutlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.
Lè sa a, moun va di: -Wi, sa vo lapenn pou moun mache dwat devan Bondye. Wi, gen yon Bondye k'ap jije moun sou latè.
