Psalms 11

1 In Jehovah I take refuge. How will ye say to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain.

Kwa mtsogoleri wa mayimbidwe. Salimo la Davide. Mwa Yehova ine ndimathawiramo. Nanga mungathe bwanji kunena kwa ine kuti, “Thawira ku phiri lako ngati mbalame.

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow. They make ready their arrow upon the string that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Pakuti taona oyipa akunga mauta awo; ayika bwino mivi yawo pa zingwe za uta, pobisala pawo kuti alase olungama mtima.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can a righteous man do?

Tsono ngati maziko awonongeka, olungama angachite chiyani?”

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men.

Yehova ali mʼNyumba yake yoyera; Yehova ali pa mpando wake waufumu kumwamba. Iye amayangʼanitsitsa ana a anthu; maso ake amawayesa.

5 Jehovah tries the righteous man, but his soul hates the wicked man and him who loves violence.

Yehova amayesa olungama, koma moyo wake umadana ndi oyipa, amene amakonda zachiwawa.

6 He will rain snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Iye adzakhuthulira pa oyipa makala amoto ndi sulufule woyaka; mphepo yotentha idzakhala yowayenera.

7 For Jehovah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright man shall behold his face.

Pakuti Yehova ndi wolungama, Iye amakonda chilungamo; ndipo anthu olungama adzaona nkhope yake.