Psalms 11

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

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Mu Mukama mwe neekweka; ate muyinza mutya okuŋŋamba nti, “Ddukira ku nsozi ng’ebinyonyi?

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.

Kubanga laba ababi baleega emitego gyabwe egy’obusaale, balase abalina omutima omulongoofu.

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

Emisingi nga gizikirizibwa, omutuukirivu ayinza kukola ki?”

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

Mukama ali mu Yeekaalu ye entukuvu; Mukama atudde ku ntebe ye ey’obwakabaka eri mu ggulu. Amaaso ge gatunuulira era geetegereza abaana b’abantu.

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

Mukama akebera abatuukirivu naye omutima gwe gukyawa ababi, n’abakola eby’obukambwe.

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

Ababi alibayiwako amanda ag’omuliro; n’empewo ezibambula gwe guliba omugabo gwabwe.

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

Kubanga Mukama mutuukirivu era ayagala eby’obutuukirivu; abo abalongoofu be balimulaba.