Sòm 120

1 Yon chanson pou monte vè tanp lan Nan gran twoub mwen an, mwen te kriye a SENYÈ a. Li te reponn mwen.

A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

2 Delivre nanm mwen, O SENYÈ, de lèv k ap bay desepsyon, de lang ki plen manti yo.

‘Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.’

3 Kisa pou W ta resevwa, e kisa pou m ta fè ou, O lang mansonjè?

What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

4 Flèch pwent file a gèrye yo, avèk chabon pye gayak tou limen.

Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

5 Malè a mwen, paske mwen demere nan tant a Méschec, Paske mwen rete pami tant a Kédar yo!

Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

6 Nanm mwen gen demè li avèk (sila) ki rayi lapè yo pandan twòp tan.

Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

7 Mwen vle lapè, men lè m pale, se lagè yo pito.

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