Sòm 58
1 Pou direktè koral la; Nan melodi la “Pa Detwi”. Yon Sòm David Vrèman, èske nou pale ladwati, O lòt dye yo? Èske nou jije san fòt, O fis a lòm yo?
To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. Is it true? O Congregation, speake ye iustly? O sonnes of men, iudge ye vprightly?
2 Non, nan kè, nou fòmante inikite. Sou latè, nou peze balans pou separe bay vyolans ak men nou.
Yea, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your hands execute crueltie vpon the earth.
3 Mechan yo pèvès depi nan vant. (Sila) ki bay manti yo fè move wout depi nesans yo.
The wicked are strangers from ye wombe: euen from the belly haue they erred, and speake lyes.
4 Yo gen pwazon tankou pwazon sèpan. Kon vipè soud ki bouche zòrèy li,
Their poyson is euen like the poyson of a serpent: like ye deafe adder that stoppeth his eare.
5 pou li pa tande vwa a (sila) k ap chame li yo, malgre se yon majisyen abil k ap fè wanga.
Which heareth not the voyce of the inchanter, though he be most expert in charming.
6 O Bondye, kraze dan nan bouch yo! Kase gwo dan a jenn lyon an, O SENYÈ.
Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lord.
7 Kite yo koule disparèt tankou dlo k ap kouri sou tè. Lè flèch li yo parèt, kite yo fèt tankou shaf san tèt.
Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken.
8 Kite yo tankou kalmason ki fonn, ki vin disparèt pandan l ap mache, tankou avòtman a yon fanm ki p ap janm wè solèy la.
Let them consume like a snayle that melteth, and like the vntimely fruite of a woman, that hath not seene the sunne.
9 Avan chodyè ou yo kab santi dife pikan yo, Li va bale yo fè yo disparèt nan van toubiyon; vèt ak (sila) kap brile yo, ansanm.
As raw flesh before your pots feele the fire of thornes: so let him cary them away as with a whirlewinde in his wrath.
10 Moun ladwati a va rejwi lè l wè vanjans lan. Li va lave pye li nan san a mechan yo,
The righteous shall reioyce when he seeeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked.
11 pou moun yo di: “Anverite, gen yon rekonpans pou moun ladwati yo. Anverite, genyen yon Bondye k ap jije latè!”
And men shall say, Verily there is fruite for the righteous: doutlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.
