Sòm 12

1 Pou direktè koral la; sou yon gita uit kòd Yon sòm David. Sekou, SENYÈ, paske moun ladwati yo sispann egziste, Paske fidèl yo vin disparèt pami fis a lòm yo.

For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 Yo pale sa ki fo a youn lòt. Lèv flatè yo ak kè doub yo pale.

Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

3 Ke SENYÈ a vin koupe tout lèv flatè yo, ak lang ki pale gwo bagay yo;

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

4 ki te di: “Avèk lang nou, nou va reyisi. Lèv nou se pou nou. Se kilès ki kab mèt sou nou?”

who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?”

5 “Akoz dega a aflije yo, akoz kri a malere yo, koulye a, Mwen va leve”, pale SENYÈ a; “Mwen va mete li ansekirite de (sila) ki maltrete l la.”

“Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

6 Pawòl a SENYÈ a se pawòl ki san tach; tankou ajan ki teste nan founo, rafine nan tè sèt fwa.

The LORD’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

7 Ou menm, O SENYÈ, va pwoteje yo. Ou va prezève yo soti nan jenerasyon (sila) a jis pou tout tan.

You will keep them, LORD. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

8 Mechan yo pwomennen toupatou tout kote lè bagay ki lèd vin leve wo pami fis a lòm yo.

The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.