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!

For the chief musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the mountain”?

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

For see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

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

For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous do?

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

Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

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

Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

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

He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

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

For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.