Sòm 36

1 Pou direktè koral la; Yon Sòm David, sèvitè SENYÈ a Se Peche ki pale nan fon kè a lòm ki san Bondye. Nanpwen krent Bondye devan zye l.

“To the chief musician, by the servant of the Lord, by David.” Saith vice itself to the wicked—so I feel it within my heart— that he should have no dread of God before his eyes.

2 Jan li kontan ak pwòp tèt li, li pa janm wè pwop peche pa l la.

For he flattereth himself in his own eyes [too much] to find out his iniquity to hate it.

3 Pawòl a bouch li se mechanste avèk manti. Li fè yon chemen ki pa bon.

The words of his mouth are wickedness and deceit: he hath left off to be wise, to do good.

4 Sou kabann li, li fè plan mechan; Li antre nan yon wout ki p ap sòti byen; Li pa rayi mal.

He deviseth wickedness upon his couch; he placeth himself on a way that is not good; evil he despiseth not.

5 Lanmou dous Ou, O SENYÈ, rive jis nan syèl yo, fidelite Ou nan syèl la.

O Lord, into the heavens reacheth thy kindness, thy faithfulness even into the skies.

6 Ladwati Ou se tankou mòn Bondye yo, ejijman Ou yo tankou yon gran pwofondè. O SENYÈ, Ou prezève ni lòm, ni bèt.

Thy righteousness is like the mountains of God; thy acts of justice like the great deep: man and beast dost thou ever help, O Lord.

7 Lanmou dous Ou chè, O Bondye! Pitit a lòm yo pran azil anba lonbraj zèl Ou.

How precious is thy kindness, O God! And the children of men that seek shelter under the shadow of thy wings, —

8 Yo bwè jiskaske yo vin plen an abondans lakay Ou. Konsa, Ou bay yo bwè nan rivyè plezi Ou yo.

These will be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and of the stream of thy delights wilt thou give them to drink.

9 Paske avèk Ou, se fontèn dlo lavi a. Nan limyè pa Ou a, nou wè limyè.

For with thee is the source of life: in thy light shall we see light.

10 O bay toujou lanmou dous Ou a pou (sila) ki konnen Ou yo, ak ladwati Ou pou (sila) ki dwat nan kè yo.

Draw down continuously thy kindness unto those that acknowledge thee; and thy righteousness to the upright in heart.

11 Pa kite pye ògèy vini sou mwen, ni pa kite men a mechan yo chase mwen ale.

Let not come against me the foot of pride, and let not the hand of the wicked chase me off.

12 Se la (sila) k ap fè inikite yo gen tan fin tonbe. Yo te peze desann ak fòs, e yo p ap kab leve ankò.

There are fallen the workers of wickedness: they are thrust down, and shall not be able to rise.