Psalms 11

1 Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

Pou chèf sanba yo. Se yon sòm David. Se bò kote Seyè a m'ap chache pwoteksyon. Ki jan nou ka fè di m': Kouri al kache kò ou nan mòn tankou zwazo,

2 For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

paske mechan yo pare banza yo, y'ap vize ak flèch yo pou yo tire nan fènwa sou moun k'ap mache dwat yo?

3 For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

Pa gen anyen yon bon moun ka fè, lè tout bagay tèt anba.

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

Seyè a nan kay ki apa pou li a, li gen fotèy li nan syèl la. L'ap gade lèzòm: li konnen sa y'ap fè.

5 The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

Kit yo bon, kit yo mechan, Bondye ap gade sa y'ap fè. li pa vle wè moun k'ap fè mechanste.

6 He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

Li voye chabon dife ak souf cho sou mechan yo tankou lapli. Li soufle yon van cho kou dife sou yo. Se sa yo tout yo merite.

7 For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.

Seyè a pa nan patipri, li renmen lè moun fè bagay ki byen. Moun ki mache dwat yo va parèt devan li.