Salme 11

1 Til Sangmesteren. Af David. Jeg tager min Tilflugt til HERREN! Hvor kan I sige til min Sjæl: »Fly som en Fugl til Bjergene!

To the choirmaster of David in Yahweh - I have taken refuge how? will you say to self my (take flight *Q(K)*) mountain your a bird.

2 Thi se, de gudløse spænder Buen, lægger Pilen til Rette paa Strengen for i Mørke at ramme de oprigtige af Hjertet.

For there! the wicked they bend! a bow they have prepared arrow their on [the] string to shoot in darkness to [people] upright of heart.

3 Naar selv Grundpillerne styrter, hvad gør den retfærdige da?«

If the foundations they will be torn down! [the] righteous what? does he do.

4 HERREN er i sin hellige Hal, i Himlen er HERRENS Trone; paa Jorderig skuer hans Øjne ned, hans Blik ransager Menneskens Børn;

Yahweh - [is] in [the] temple of holiness his Yahweh [is] in the heavens throne his eyes his they see eyelids his they test [the] children of humankind.

5 retfærdige og gudløse ransager HERREN; dem, der elsker Uret, hader hans Sjæl;

Yahweh [the] righteous he tests and [the] wicked and [one who] loves violence it hates self his.

6 over gudløse sender han Regn af Gløder og Svovl, et Stormvejr er deres tilmaalte Bæger.

He will rain down on wicked [people] snares fire and sulfur and [will be] a wind of burning heat [the] portion of cup their.

7 Thi retfærdig er HERREN, han elsker at øve Retfærd, de oprigtige skuer hans Aasyn!

For [is] righteous Yahweh righteousness he loves [the] upright they will see faces their.