Psalms 11

1 For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like 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 behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows 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 are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

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

4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine 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 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

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

6 On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

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

7 For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.

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