Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain;

Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi. Na Rawiri. Ko Ihowa taku e whakawhirinaki ai: he aha koutou ka mea ai ki toku wairua, rere a manu atu ki to koutou maunga?

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;

Nana, kua whakapikoa te kopere e te hunga kino, e whakatikaia ana a ratou pere ki te aho, hei perenga pukutanga ma ratou ki te hunga ngakau tika.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do?

Ki te wawahia nga turanga ake, me pehea te tangata tika?

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Kei tona temepara tapu a Ihowa, kei te rangi te torona o Ihowa: e titiro ana ona kanohi, e whakamatautau ana ona kamo i nga tama a te tangata.

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

E whakamatautau ana a Ihowa i te tangata tika: a e kinogia ana e tona wairua te tangata kino me te tangata e aroha ana ki te tutu.

6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Ka uaina e ia ki runga ki te hunga kino he mahanga, he ahi, he whanariki, he awha tuaikerekere: ko te wahi tena mo to ratou kapu.

7 For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.

No te mea he tika a Ihowa, e aroha ana ki te tika; ka kite te hunga tika i tona kanohi.