Psalms 58
1 To the Overseer. — 'Destroy not.' — A secret treasure, by David. Is it true, O dumb one, righteously ye speak? Uprightly ye judge, O sons of men?
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 Even in heart ye work iniquities, In the land the violence of your hands ye ponder.
Non! Okontrè! Se move lide ase ki nan kè nou. N'ap plede fè mechanste nan tout peyi a.
3 The wicked have been estranged from the womb, They have erred from the belly, speaking lies.
Malveyan yo pèvèti depi nan vant manman yo. Moun k'ap bay manti yo gen madichon depi yo fèt.
4 Their poison [is] as poison of a serpent, As a deaf asp shutting its ear,
Yo gen yon pwazon nan bouch yo, tankou pwazon sèpan. Yo pa pran priyè, yo tankou sèpan aspik,
5 Which hearkeneth not to the voice of whisperers, A charmer of charms most skilful.
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 O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.
Bondye, tanpri, kase dan nan bouch yo! Kase kwòk dan jenn lyon yo, Seyè!
7 They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
Se pou yo disparèt tankou dlo lavalas k'ap koule desann. Se pou moun kraze yo anba pye tankou zèb sou granchemen.
8 As a snail that melteth he goeth on, [As] an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.
Se pou yo fonn tankou mantèg nan solèy. Se pou yo pa janm wè solèy tankou tibebe ki fèt tou mouri.
9 Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
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 rejoiceth that he hath seen vengeance, His steps he washeth 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 man saith: 'Surely fruit [is] for the righteous: Surely there is a God judging 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.
