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?

To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye 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 the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.

3 Thi Grundvoldene nedbrydes; hvad kunde en retfærdig udrette?

If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

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

Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, — his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

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

Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

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

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.