Psalms 12

1 “For the leader of the music; to the octave. A psalm of David.” Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; The faithful are failing among 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 speak falsehood one to another; With flattering lips, with a double heart, do they speak.

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

3 May the LORD destroy all flattering lips, And the tongue which speaketh proud things!

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

4 Who say, “With our tongues will we prevail; Our lips are our reliance; 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 For the oppression of the poor and the sighing of the wretched, Now will I stand up, saith the LORD; I will set in safety him whom they puff at.

“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 The words of the LORD are pure; Like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, Seven times refined.

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

7 Thou, O LORD! will watch over them; Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, When the vilest of men are exalted.

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