Salme 11

1 Til Sangmesteren; af David. Jeg haaber paa Herren; hvorledes kunne I da sige til min Sjæl: Fly til eders Bjerg som en Fugl?

For the Chief Musician. By David. In the LORD, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

2 Thi se, de ugudelige spænde Buen, de berede deres Pil paa Strengen, at skyde i Mørke paa de oprigtige af Hjertet.

For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 Thi Grundvoldene nedbrydes; hvad kunde en retfærdig udrette?

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4 Herren er i sit hellige Tempel, Herrens Trone er i Himmelen; hans Øjne se, hans Øjenlaage prøve Menneskens Børn.

The LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

5 Herren prøver en retfærdig; men den ugudelige og den, som elsker Vold, dem hader hans Sjæl.

The LORD examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

6 Han skal lade regne Snarer over de ugudelige; Ild og Svovl og et vældigt Stormvejr skal blive deres Bægers Del.

On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 Thi Herren er retfærdig, elsker Retfærdighed; hans Ansigt skuer en oprigtig.

For the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.