Psalms 11

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

David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Yehowae mesi tso. Aleke miele gbɔgblɔm nam be, “Dzo abe xevi ene nàyi ɖe wò to dzi?

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.

Elabena kpɔ ɖa, ame vɔ̃ɖiwo he woƒe da me; wotsɔ woƒe aŋutrɔwo ɖo datikawo ŋuti be woada ame siwo dza le woƒe dzi me la le blukɔ me.

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

Esi wole gɔmeɖokpeawo gbãm la, nu ka dzɔdzɔetɔ la awɔ?”

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

Yehowa le eƒe gbedoxɔ kɔkɔe la me; Yehowa le eƒe fiazikpui dzi le dziƒo. Elé ŋku ɖe amegbetɔviwo ŋu, eye wòdo wo kpɔ.

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

Yehowa doa ame dzɔdzɔe kpɔna, ke eƒe luʋɔ tsri ame vɔ̃ɖiwo kple ame siwo lɔ̃a ŋutasesẽ.

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

Ana dzoka xɔxɔ kple aŋɔ dzodzoe nadza ɖe ame vɔ̃ɖiwo dzi, eye ya xɔdzo anye wo tɔ gome.

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

Elabena Yehowae nye dzɔdzɔetɔ, elɔ̃a nuteƒewɔwɔ; ame siwo dza le woƒe dzi me la akpɔ eƒe ŋkume.