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 direktè koral la; Nan melodi la “Pa Detwi”. Yon Sòm David Vrèman, èske nou pale ladwati, O lòt dye yo? Èske nou jije san fòt, O fis a lòm yo?
2 Yea, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your hands execute crueltie vpon the earth.
Non, nan kè, nou fòmante inikite. Sou latè, nou peze balans pou separe bay vyolans ak men nou.
3 The wicked are strangers from ye wombe: euen from the belly haue they erred, and speake lyes.
Mechan yo pèvès depi nan vant. (Sila) ki bay manti yo fè move wout depi nesans yo.
4 Their poyson is euen like the poyson of a serpent: like ye deafe adder that stoppeth his eare.
Yo gen pwazon tankou pwazon sèpan. Kon vipè soud ki bouche zòrèy li,
5 Which heareth not the voyce of the inchanter, though he be most expert in charming.
pou li pa tande vwa a (sila) k ap chame li yo, malgre se yon majisyen abil k ap fè wanga.
6 Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lord.
O Bondye, kraze dan nan bouch yo! Kase gwo dan a jenn lyon an, O SENYÈ.
7 Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken.
Kite yo koule disparèt tankou dlo k ap kouri sou tè. Lè flèch li yo parèt, kite yo fèt tankou shaf san tèt.
8 Let them consume like a snayle that melteth, and like the vntimely fruite of a woman, that hath not seene the sunne.
Kite yo tankou kalmason ki fonn, ki vin disparèt pandan l ap mache, tankou avòtman a yon fanm ki p ap janm wè solèy la.
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.
Avan chodyè ou yo kab santi dife pikan yo, Li va bale yo fè yo disparèt nan van toubiyon; vèt ak (sila) kap brile yo, ansanm.
10 The righteous shall reioyce when he seeeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked.
Moun ladwati a va rejwi lè l wè vanjans lan. Li va lave pye li nan san a mechan yo,
11 And men shall say, Verily there is fruite for the righteous: doutlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.
pou moun yo di: “Anverite, gen yon rekonpans pou moun ladwati yo. Anverite, genyen yon Bondye k ap jije latè!”
