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!

Unto the end. A Psalm of David. I trust in the Lord. How can you say to my soul, “Sojourn to the mountain, like a sparrow.”

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

For behold, the sinners have bent their bow. They have prepared their arrows in the quiver, so as to shoot arrows in the dark at the upright of heart.

3 Når selv Grundpillerne styrter, hvad gør den retfærdige da?"

For they have destroyed the things that you have completed. But what has the just one done?

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

The Lord is in his holy temple. The Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyelids question the sons of men.

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

The Lord questions the just and the impious. Yet he who loves iniquity, hates his own soul.

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

He will rain down snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and windstorms will be the portion of their cup.

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

For the Lord is just, and he has chosen justice. His countenance has beheld equity.