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 end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

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 sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at the upright in heart.

3 Thi Grundvoldene nedbrydes; hvad kunde en retfærdig udrette?

For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?

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, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.

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

The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

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

He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

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

For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.