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 OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, For the steadfast have ceased From the sons of men:

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

They each speak vanity with his neighbor, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

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

YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

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

Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: 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 spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now I arise, says YHWH, I set in safety [him who] breathes for it.

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

Sayings of YHWH [are] pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold.

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

You, O YHWH, preserve them, You keep us from this generation for all time.

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

The wicked walk around continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!