Sòm 12

1 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!

For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

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

They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

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

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

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

They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

5 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.

“For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

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

The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

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

You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

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

The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.