Psalms 11

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

In finem, Psalmus David. In Domino confido: quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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.

Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum, paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde.

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

Quoniam quæ perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

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

Dominus in templo sancto suo, Dominus in cælo sedes eius: Oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt: palpebræ eius interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat iustum et impium: qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

Pluet super peccatores laqueos: ignis, et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum pars calicis eorum.

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

Quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus eius.