Sòm 10
1 Poukisa ou rete lwen konsa, Seyè? Poukisa ou kache kò ou konsa lè nou nan ka?
Why do you stand, Lord, so far away, hiding yourself in times of trouble?
2 Mechan an ap gonfle lestonmak li, l'ap pèsekite malere yo. Se pou pye l' pran nan pèlen limenm li tann lan.
The wicked, in their pride, are pursuing the helpless: let them be caught in the schemes they have plotted.
3 Mechan an ap vante tèt li pou move lanvi li gen nan kè l'. Lanbisyon fè l' pale mal, li vire do bay Bondye.
For the wicked boasts of their wanton greed; the robber despises the Lord, and curses him,
4 Mechan an tèlman gen lògèy, l'ap plede di: -Bondye p'ap pini m'. Pa gen Bondye. Se sa ase mechan an mete nan tèt li.
in wicked pride, thinks: God doesn’t care, God doesn’t call to account.
5 Tou sa li fè toujou mache byen. Li pa konprann jijman Bondye yo. L'ap meprize lènmi l' yo.
Never a season that they do not prosper; your judgments are far above out of their sight: they scoff at their foes.
6 L'ap di nan kè l': Anyen pa ka brannen m'. Mwen p'ap janm nan pwoblèm.
Each says in their heart, ‘I will never be shaken; I will live for all time untouched by misfortune.’
7 Tout pawòl li se madichon, se manti, se twonpe moun. Li cho konsa pou l' pale moun mal, pou l' di gwo mo.
Their mouths are full of deceit and oppression: under their tongues lurks mischief and wrong.
8 Li kache kò l' nan ti bouk yo, l'ap pare tann inonsan yo pou l' touye yo an kachèt. L'ap veye moun ki san defans.
Lying in secret in some village ambush, and stealthily watching, they murder the innocent.
9 Li anbiske kò l' tankou yon lyon nan kachèt li. Li kouche, l'ap tann malere yo. Li pran yo nan pèlen li, li trennen yo pote ale.
Like a lion that lurks in a secret lair they lurk intending to catch the defenceless; to seize them, to drag them away in their net.
10 Li bese, li kwoupi kò l', malere yo tonbe nan men l'.
Their victims are crushed, sink down to the ground. Under their claws the hapless fall.
11 Mechan an di nan kè l': -Bondye p'ap okipe bagay konsa. Li fèmen je l', li p'ap janm wè m'.
The wicked say in their hearts that God has forgotten, has hidden his face, will see nothing.
12 Leve non, Seyè! vin sove mwen! Bondye, pa bliye moun y'ap peze yo!
Arise, Lord, lift up your hand, do not forget the cry of the wretched.
13 Ki jan mechan an fè ap meprize Bondye jouk pou li di nan kè l': Li p'ap pini mwen?
Why do the wicked treat God with contempt, and say in their hearts, ‘God doesn’t care’?
14 Men, ou make tout bagay. Ou konnen soufrans ak lapenn lèzòm. Ou toujou pare pou ede yo. Moun ki san defans yo, se nan men ou yo lage kòz yo, paske ou toujou ede moun ki san papa.
You have seen the trouble and sorrow; you mark it all, and will take it in hand. The hapless can count on you, helper of orphans.
15 Kraze pouvwa mechan yo, pouvwa moun k'ap fè mal yo. Fè yo rann kont pou sa yo fè, jouk yo disparèt nèt devan je ou.
Break the arm of the wicked and evil: search out their sin, till no more be found.
16 Seyè a, se wa li ye depi tout tan ak pou tout tan. Moun lòt nasyon yo gen pou disparèt nan peyi li a.
The Lord is king forever and ever: the nations will vanish from his land.
17 Seyè, w'a koute moun ki soumèt devan ou lè y'ap lapriyè. W'a ba yo kouraj.
Lord, you have heard the desire of the humble, inclining your ear, strengthening their hearts,
18 W'a tande rèl moun y'ap peze yo, rèl timoun ki san papa yo. W'a fè yo jistis. Konsa, lèzòm ki fèt ak pousyè tè p'ap kapab fè moun pè ankò.
rights you have won for the crushed and the orphan, so no one on earth may strike terror again.
