< 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!
Ngithembela eNkosini. Lingatsho njani emphefumulweni wami: Balekela entabeni yenu njengenyoni.
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.
Ngoba, khangela, ababi bayagobisa idandili, balungisa umtshoko wabo entanjeni, ukuze batshoke emnyameni abaqotho ngenhliziyo.
3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”
Nxa izisekelo zidilizwa, angenzani olungileyo?
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.
INkosi isethempelini layo elingcwele; iNkosi, isihlalo sayo sobukhosi sisemazulwini; amehlo ayo ayakhangela, inkophe zayo ziyahlola, abantwana babantu.
5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.
INkosi iyamhlola olungileyo, kodwa omubi lothanda ubudlwangudlwangu, umphefumulo wayo uyamzonda.
6 On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.
Uzanisa phezu kwababi imijibila, umlilo, lesolufa, lomoya otshisayo, kuzakuba yisabelo senkezo yabo.
7 For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.
Ngoba ilungile iNkosi, iyathanda ukulunga; ubuso bayo buyabona oqotho.

< Psalms 11 >