Psalms 58

1 To the chief Musician. 'Destroy not.' Of David. Michtam. Is righteousness indeed silent? Do ye speak it? Do ye judge with equity, ye sons of men?

Pou chèf sanba yo. Se pou yo chante sou lè chante ki di: Pa detwi. Se yon chante David. Nou menm ki reprezante Bondye, èske nou rann jistis la tout bon vre? Nou menm lèzòm, èske nou jije san patipri?

2 Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh out the violence of your hands in the earth.

Non! Okontrè! Se move lide ase ki nan kè nou. N'ap plede fè mechanste nan tout peyi a.

3 The wicked go astray from the womb; they err as soon as they are born, speaking lies.

Malveyan yo pèvèti depi nan vant manman yo. Moun k'ap bay manti yo gen madichon depi yo fèt.

4 Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: [they are] like the deaf adder which stoppeth her ear;

Yo gen yon pwazon nan bouch yo, tankou pwazon sèpan. Yo pa pran priyè, yo tankou sèpan aspik,

5 Which doth not hearken to the voice of enchanters, of one charming ever so wisely.

ki fèmen zòrèy yo pou yo pa tande vwa moun k'ap chante pou fè yo dòmi, menm lè moun yo gen bèl bèl vwa.

6 O God, break their teeth in their mouth; break out the great teeth of the young lions, O Jehovah.

Bondye, tanpri, kase dan nan bouch yo! Kase kwòk dan jenn lyon yo, Seyè!

7 Let them melt away as waters that flow off; when he aimeth his arrows, let them be as blunted:

Se pou yo disparèt tankou dlo lavalas k'ap koule desann. Se pou moun kraze yo anba pye tankou zèb sou granchemen.

8 Let them be as a snail that melteth as it passeth away; [like] the untimely birth of a woman, let them not see the sun.

Se pou yo fonn tankou mantèg nan solèy. Se pou yo pa janm wè solèy tankou tibebe ki fèt tou mouri.

9 Before your pots feel the thorns, green or burning, — they shall be whirled away.

Anvan menm yo konnen sa k'ap rive yo, se pou yo boule tankou raje. Bondye ap fè kòlè, l'ap rache yo pandan yo tou vivan.

10 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his footsteps in the blood of the wicked:

Moun ki mache dwat devan Bondye gen pou yo kontan lè yo wè jan yo pini mechan yo. Y'a lave pye yo nan san mechan yo.

11 And men shall say, Verily there is fruit for the righteous; verily there is a God that judgeth in the earth.

Lè sa a, moun va di: -Wi, sa vo lapenn pou moun mache dwat devan Bondye. Wi, gen yon Bondye k'ap jije moun sou latè.