Sòm 12

1 Pou chèf sanba yo. Sou wityèm lan. Se yon sòm David. vin sove nou non, Seyè! Pa gen moun ki renmen ou ankò! Pa gen moun sou latè k'ap sèvi ou ak tout kè yo ankò!

[For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, LORD; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

2 Yonn ap bay lòt manti. Yonn ap flate lòt, yonn ap twonpe lòt.

Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

3 Seyè, fèmen bouch bann flatè sa yo, bann moun sa yo k'ap vante tèt yo.

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

4 Y'ap plede di: -Nou pale jan nou vle. Bouch nou rele n' pa nou. Ki moun ki pou pase nou lòd?

who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"

5 Y'ap peze malere yo. Pòv yo ap soufri, y'ap plenyen. Men, Seyè a di: M'ap vini koulye a. M'ap ba yo sekou y'ap tann lan.

"Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

6 Pawòl Seyè a se bon pawòl. Li tankou lajan yo pase sèt fwa nan dife pou wè si li bon.

The words of the LORD are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

7 Ou menm, Seyè, w'a toujou defann nou! Pa kite moun sa yo fè nou anyen!

You, LORD, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

8 Mechan yo ap pwonmennen sou moun toupatou: se tout moun k'ap fè lwanj move bagay y'ap fè yo.

The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.