Sòm 11

1 Pou chèf sanba yo. Se yon sòm David. Se bò kote Seyè a m'ap chache pwoteksyon. Ki jan nou ka fè di m': Kouri al kache kò ou nan mòn tankou zwazo,

In the LORD put I my trust: how say all of you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

2 paske mechan yo pare banza yo, y'ap vize ak flèch yo pou yo tire nan fènwa sou moun k'ap mache dwat yo?

For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privately shoot at the upright in heart.

3 Pa gen anyen yon bon moun ka fè, lè tout bagay tèt anba.

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4 Seyè a nan kay ki apa pou li a, li gen fotèy li nan syèl la. L'ap gade lèzòm: li konnen sa y'ap fè.

The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

5 Kit yo bon, kit yo mechan, Bondye ap gade sa y'ap fè. li pa vle wè moun k'ap fè mechanste.

The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.

6 Li voye chabon dife ak souf cho sou mechan yo tankou lapli. Li soufle yon van cho kou dife sou yo. Se sa yo tout yo merite.

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 Seyè a pa nan patipri, li renmen lè moun fè bagay ki byen. Moun ki mache dwat yo va parèt devan li.

For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.