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!

To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

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

They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

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

The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

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

Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

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.

Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

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

The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

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

Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

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

The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.