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.

“To the chief musician upon Sheminith, a psalm of David.” Help, O Lord; for the pious have ceased to be; for the truthful have failed from among the children of men.

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

Deceptively do they speak every one with his neighbor, with flattering lips, with a double heart do they speak.

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, the tongue that speaketh boastful things:

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 will we be mighty; our lips are with us; 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 poor, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord: I will grant safety to him for whom the other layeth a snare.

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

The words of the Lord are pure words, as silver refined in the crucible of earth, purified seven times.

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

Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve them; thou wilt guard them from this generation for ever.

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

On every side do the wicked walk about, when the vile are exalted over the sons of man.