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; justus 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 ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat justum 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 justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.