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!

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

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.

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

3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

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.

Dominus in templo sancto suo; Dominus in cælo sedes ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

Dominus interrogat justum et impium; qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

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

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

Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.]