Sòm 120

1 Se yon chante pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Lè m' te nan tray, mwen te rele Seyè a, li te reponn mwen.

In my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.

2 Delivre m' non, Seyè, anba moun k'ap bay manti, anba moun k'ap twonpe moun.

Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

3 Ipokrit, kisa ou merite Bondye fè ou? Kisa pou l' fè ou an plis?

What shall be given to you? or what shall be done to you, you false tongue?

4 Eske se avèk flèch pwenti sòlda yo? Eske se avèk chabon gayak tou limen?

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

5 Malè pou mwen, paske se tankou si m' te rete nan mitan moun peyi Mechèk, osinon nan mitan moun peyi Keda.

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6 Mwen rete twò lontan ak yon bann moun ki pa renmen viv ak kè poze!

My soul has long dwelled with him that hates peace.

7 Lè mwen menm m'ap pale yo jan pou yo viv byen yonn ak lòt, yo menm se yon sèl bagay ki nan tèt yo, se fè lagè.

I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.