Psalms 12

1 TO THE OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, For the steadfast have ceased From the sons of men:

Pou chèf sanba yo. Sou wityèm lan. Se yon sòm David. vin sove nou non, Seyè! Pa gen moun ki renmen ou ankò! Pa gen moun sou latè k'ap sèvi ou ak tout kè yo ankò!

2 They each speak vanity with his neighbor, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

Yonn ap bay lòt manti. Yonn ap flate lòt, yonn ap twonpe lòt.

3 YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

Seyè, fèmen bouch bann flatè sa yo, bann moun sa yo k'ap vante tèt yo.

4 Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?”

Y'ap plede di: -Nou pale jan nou vle. Bouch nou rele n' pa nou. Ki moun ki pou pase nou lòd?

5 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now I arise, says YHWH, I set in safety [him who] breathes for it.

Y'ap peze malere yo. Pòv yo ap soufri, y'ap plenyen. Men, Seyè a di: M'ap vini koulye a. M'ap ba yo sekou y'ap tann lan.

6 Sayings of YHWH [are] pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold.

Pawòl Seyè a se bon pawòl. Li tankou lajan yo pase sèt fwa nan dife pou wè si li bon.

7 You, O YHWH, preserve them, You keep us from this generation for all time.

Ou menm, Seyè, w'a toujou defann nou! Pa kite moun sa yo fè nou anyen!

8 The wicked walk around continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

Mechan yo ap pwonmennen sou moun toupatou: se tout moun k'ap fè lwanj move bagay y'ap fè yo.