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 direktè koral la; sou yon gita uit kòd Yon sòm David. Sekou, SENYÈ, paske moun ladwati yo sispann egziste, Paske fidèl yo vin disparèt pami fis a lòm yo.

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

Yo pale sa ki fo a youn lòt. Lèv flatè yo ak kè doub yo pale.

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

Ke SENYÈ a vin koupe tout lèv flatè yo, ak lang ki pale gwo bagay yo;

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

ki te di: “Avèk lang nou, nou va reyisi. Lèv nou se pou nou. Se kilès ki kab mèt sou nou?”

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.

“Akoz dega a aflije yo, akoz kri a malere yo, koulye a, Mwen va leve”, pale SENYÈ a; “Mwen va mete li ansekirite de (sila) ki maltrete l la.”

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

Pawòl a SENYÈ a se pawòl ki san tach; tankou ajan ki teste nan founo, rafine nan tè sèt fwa.

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

Ou menm, O SENYÈ, va pwoteje yo. Ou va prezève yo soti nan jenerasyon (sila) a jis pou tout tan.

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

Mechan yo pwomennen toupatou tout kote lè bagay ki lèd vin leve wo pami fis a lòm yo.